by Essence Bryant, literary editorScreen shot 2015-04-22 at 8.21.49 AM

 

constantly surrounded by thousands of people

thousands of tongues

but still be oblivious to the one thing that connects us all

 

living

human beings

being less than human

more than bruising

still find a way to degrade

those who are bleeding and

those who are needing

worry not about the tv screen,

but the bloodied screams

from overseas
and

no one worried about malaria, ebola, influenza,

no one cared until disease hit the States

but what of all those who died before?

in Africa and Singapore?

 

pieces of glass in the sand

rocks in the trough of

the triumph of the human race

civil wars, unfed poor

but sleep at night not with the glow of a night light

but from that of the same wishing moon a thousand tongues wished upon

 

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