More Than You’ll Ever Know

It only kills you, sometimes,
How innocent everything
That isn’t you is—the sky,

The cliffs—since you’re all guilty
Of ladling guilt on the skulls
Of yourselves and your others

Among yourselves. Afternoons
When the sun shines so brightly
It reminds you there are worlds

Beyond all you and your wars,
Worlds even beyond all life,
Worlds that have never known life,

You smack your own foreheads, shocked
At so much innocence there.