I Can Do Love
There are times when I move outward
offer emotional band-aids to cover bruises
and cuts, daily skirmishes where ants and worms
suffocate beneath streets paved with concrete
making every corner the exclusive domain
where economy is the ruling language,
where racks of new clothes show exquisite colours
and showered shaved staff smile sweetly
your smooth transition—educated citizen
to consumer where happy thoughts decorate the mall
but the homeless and hungry are not allowed
where it is easy to look where you’re going
to find the thing you need for your ambitions
and where it is bad manners to speak
of anything outside business positivity
as if it’s a crime to care about those who suffer
and where it is troublesome to express an opinion
which does not have a solution neatly folded within
where it shatters the day to raise concerns that point
to our social failure
to celebrate how you have evolved
from the cave—your ancestors
striding through anxiety towards that distant field
where the poet will meet you.
(from Sleep With Me: Lullaby for an Anxious Planet. Ekstasis 2020)
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