zeal
they thought they had the
answer.
they wouldn’t allow for
questions.
they silenced the writers
and poets,
put the singers in cells
without windows,
placed chains on the
dancers’ ankles,
broke the musicians’
fingers.
all this work, all this
attention,
all their missionary zeal
for nought.
what result were they hoping
for?
what did they believe would
come of this?
perhaps they wanted to
protect the heart,
prevent the soul from
sicknesses.
perhaps they were afraid of
carrying burdens,
passing
judgement on the fruits of too much passion.
