40 Hours
Now far less
The time ticks away as this poem is written
and the Titanic Tourist Sub sits in the Atlantic out of sight and sonar
Tragedies are everywhere
War in Ukraine
War in Sudan
Things I can’t understand
This is what I’m watching now
Perhaps because
the victms have names we know
They are so few
not casualties on a list
Our brains can frame it all
We know who they are
what they do
even how much some are worth
when they stand on land
I can answer that too they are priceless
Just like you
Just like me
So we wait