where we live
here, where we live,
within our high-walled suburbs
and beige eiderdown beds,
we do not count
the body bags, the mortuary vans,
the displaced lives, the scything tides.
here, where we wake
to good intentions crowded out
with monthly mortgage repayments,
we are puzzled
by the strange metallic taste
we cannot rinse from our mouths.
May 22nd, 2008 at 6:38 pm
lovely x
May 22nd, 2008 at 9:54 pm
thank you, sarah.
love to you x
May 24th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
i am so painfully aware of my safety in sharp comparison to others’, and the impotence of my compassion and outrage. so i made sandwiches and chopped vegetables for soup all day. the blisters i have give some relief.
May 26th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
i think that’s what louise bogan meant when she wrote about giving back to the world a portion of its lost heart x