Your nightmare is not
my entertainment
your thirst is not quenched
by my need
to know
and my judgment does
not feed your children
when you reach out
in supplication
in sorrow
in anger
to ask grab take
what you must have
I am not deprived
of my shelter my dinner my sense
of my shelter my dinner my sense
of futility
and you never see me
reaching
reaching
to drag you
from that shrieking deluge
to offer you
my dinner my bed my heart
cracks and breaks
like the ground beneath your feet
but that
neither helps nor comforts
neither helps nor comforts
you need
what I have
here is a complex puzzle
here is a complex puzzle
to which every answer
is both
is both
right and wrong
and the distance between us
is brief
as the final song
of summer’s last cricket
Dedicated to all victims of the earthquake and tsunami that
struck the island of Sulawesi, in Indonesia, on Friday, Sept. 28, 2018.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Beach near Palu, on Sulawesi in Indonesia
(Trollderella/Wikimedia Commons CC BY-SA 3.0)
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