Chocolate Knives

there is a place we call neutral.
seeking refuge, we went and asked
where upon, we were told,
“acceptance destroys neutrality”
and though we stayed, we knew
no being, beast or flower,
would ever be loved there.
love can not be neutral
while it sides
with killers and the killed.
And not loving can side with nothing,
refusing the killer and the killed
until everything dies of old age.