The Good People

History tell us they’re out there
and they don’t want to kill us.
History tells us they’re out there
like stars buried in the galaxy,
invisible until the earth becomes
the blacker hole and they bloom
like jewels in a cave. They don’t want
our passports or sex. They don’t want
our money, our rings or our teeth.
Don’t mistake their fierceness for kindness;
for kind people often do as they’re told
then beg forgiveness on their knees.
The good people can’t live with forgiveness.
Still, to believe in them requires desperation;
the footsteps of murderers at the door,
God holding your breath beneath a trash pile
or floorboard, the conscience of one
good soul bracing the wall.