Alien Nation (Sooner Murder an Infant)

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle
than nurse unacted desires, William Blake

(Advice Casey Anthony, say,  took literally.
Fundamentalist. But the  jury is still out)
 
I claim  the privileged position of being
able to see how-it-is I am damaged and
damaging every move I make, step I take.

Damned, damnit.
 
Comes with the territory of being ONE
not many, not the rest—and so: “against”
and “other” and “else”—ongoing antithesis
to the remainder of the daze. 
 
Antagonist. Diabolically opposed. .

Mere description. Not a judgment.  
I have to deny this, of course.
Peer pressure is forever. 
 
In fundamental opposition to everything
regardless of my Unitarian Universalist
inclinations, Quaker pacific propensity to
be not harming a harm a fly so to speak
if I could manage it. .
 
Never the less: bully in a china shop.
Squinch a shoulder, tweak a tale:
some butterfly in Brazil flaps its
wings & a kid in Kansas falls
out of his tree--cradle & all.
 
    Alien to my Thinking
 
Alien nation describes what lies
beyond my brilliant lucid scheming
and imagination
 
Familiar: I am at home with  my
thoughts, all in the family. Kin
and kind. A brick house.
 
Ultima Thule:  B.B. Wolf
huffing and puffing.
 
Would I consider, for the sake
of argument,  me xenophobe,
inviting him in?

No no no.

xxxooo, Presbyter