Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

To The TV Viewers You're Just a Stain

To The TV Viewers You're Just a Stain by Emily

All that remained was a stain on the pavement

No more news helicopters flying overhead

No more breaking headlines, they cut to commercial

No more jaws of life, prying open your mid-sized sedan

Just a tow truck dragging away your car

An ambulance fleeing

With your plastic cocooned body

Broken glass and debris

And that angry red stain



But I wonder if you were really a person like me

Or just another casual casualty on TV



How much life was in you?

Would you hug a stranger if they were crying?

Were you allergic to peanuts or shellfish?

Did you floss your teeth every night before bed?

Did you leave behind a widowed lover?

Did you believe in god?



I’ll offer up a few minutes of silence

And make up a memory of you in my mind

Swinging away in a park at age five

With ketchup stains on your jacket

And threadbare patches on the knees of your jeans

Then allow thoughts of you

To fade

Like the stain

Internet Age Indifference

Internet Age Indifference by Emily



Internet age telepathy
Detonates a peppering of culture bombs
Simultaneously
A child lacing up sneakers with ineptness
A tidal wave devouring coastline with relish
Consuming livelihood down to the bone,
Then sucking out the marrow with watery lips
A mother is cradling her ash-skinned infant
In famine-weakened arms she rocks him
Keeping time to an invisible pendulum
Swinging slowly, so desperately slowly
Down to the last labored breath
Of westernized dismissal

Internet age apathy
Hibernates soundlessly amidst pixels
And trite advertisements of fad diets
An old woman stares at a glossy panoramic screen
Waiting expectantly for the final loop
To slide between the bumbling fingers of her first grandchild
She sings her praise to the blank screen
Powering down her lap top
Like folding a newspaper
She strides into her kitchen
Humming “How Great Thou Art” while nibbling
On a peanut butter cookie

The crumbs fall unacknowledged to the heated linoleum floor