Monday, February 23, 2009

Quiet Desperation

Quiet Desperation

The nightly sports

the morning news
(about the Arabs
and the Jews,
and rape, and hate,
and murder too),

my nice safe job,
my shiny car,
the Happy Hour
at the bar
the cardboard food

the soft warm bed
the stifled voices
in my head...

The prophecy came true,
I fear;
it seems that I
am buried here.

Ruth Powers, copyright 2009

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