They laugh now, derisively,
sneeringly, among them-
selves and because every-
thing is seen, they are seen.
They don’t look happy,
just smug, out doing one
another with vitriol toward
those not welcome — masking
ignorant fear. KIP, Knowledge
is Power, not over others as
they would have it, but self.
One day, it is said, they in
the clique will see and their
tears of laughter will turn
in knowledge to tears of
sorrow and regret and then
they will see the warm, wel-
coming smile of eternity and
it will be the face of the
other.