Are we the castaways
    upon our own sordid insolence and vanity
and our incessant silence
    upon ethical ambiguity?
Do we indifferent our eyes
    upon salacious impropriety
since we stagger, stumble, teeter and trample
    upon retracted opportunity?
For is not this sacred as
    upon the constancy of accountability
if we to even hope
    to make our way home?

 December, 2003