Dialectic

by Vijay Seshadri

I’m fine with hatred.  Pure, precise, self-modulating.
Waxing while the world wanes.
History decrees

that we know it, and Hegel and I
both believe in history.
Hegel and I,
both of us are fine

with hatred.  It will work itself out, burn itself out
(Or maybe it won’t.)

What Hegel and I can’t stand
(and chime in whenever you want,
Herr Hegel)
is love.
This is what moves the sun and the stars ?

Please.
“Daddy, carry me.”
“I saved a piece of pie for you.”
Chime in, Herr Hegel,
chime in.