YOU CANNOT HOLD SOMETHING DIGITAL
May the images and prayer in this poem for recognition of our oneness give you pause for reflection this week-end.
we wheel her into the emergency room
external internal bleeding
static on the radio, television, internet
broken bones, wounds needing sutured
militant groups moving like gangrene
up her legs, down her arms
fires in the ribs, the chest, refugees
walking across the plains of her
collar bones
cancer of the heart
cancer of the soul, of the spirit
cancer of the nightly news
the thought of bomb
cancer of the human mind
vague treatment options
in paper pamphlets
some of us wait
in the lobbies of the hospitals
for what feels like
forever
cancer of the everything
cancer of nigeria
syria, cancer of paris
cancer of time
when you fire recklessly
into the sky
don’t be surprised
if you shoot god down
and we are all of us falling
into soft beds of hope
restless and writhing
into giant vats of fear
stirring around in ignorance
endless newsfeed
eternally moving through…
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