Jan 12, 2013

Saturday in January Sharp Minor


Watching the images
of 3-years-post-earthquake Haiti,
it’s obvious to me that Haiti
is definitely not America.

Later in the broadcast,
a newscaster tells me
that 3 million children die each year
from malnutrition.
And it’s obvious to me
that he’s not talking about America.

I’m trying to explain how to get my brain working.
Like a lawn mower pull cord you just gotta rip the words right outta you,
and fast.
Faster.
Prime it once more.
You sure there’s gas in there?
Didn’t the images of starving homeless families do anything for you?
Didn’t that put some fire in your rotor belly?

But you’re just a lawn mower.
Just a bartender.
Just a bourgeois suburbanite sipping his beer in his camp chair,
listening to music on his hundred-dollar headphones.
You’re just letting the sun go down
without having stepped outside once in the sunlight today.

And you can’t decide
if this is a good way to live
a day or not.
And how responsible you want to be
for the happiness of others.



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