The Air We Breathe
The whole world searches fervently
for rich White people trapped in a submarine
exploring the corpse of the Titanic,
another rich White people disaster.
Rich or poor, each of us shares their fear.
Temperature at the bottom of the sea
is cold as the shoulder turned to those
who breathe their own thoughts and prayers
and try not to implode.
Here’s an exercise in imagination.
Alter the attributes of those in peril
by race, wealth, nationality, gender,
politics, religion, whatever comes to mind,
and compare subtle differences in your gut.
That will tell you a little about yourself.
Then do it again, and in each case,
visualize the assets and attention
rushing to aid, or kneeling to mourn,
and where and how they emerge.
That will tell you a little about the world.
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Current and deft.
Thank you.
awesome response poem
disaster
& our reaction to it
speaks
VOLUMES
Big picture poem, well executed. You’re not saying the rich people in the submarine deserve their fate. On the other hand …
Terrific exercise in empathy that could so improve the world…and the air we breathe
🙌
I’ve been musing about how to write this poem. Glad you did it. “rushing to aid, or kneeling to mourn, and where and how they emerge” is my favorite part.
I like the subtlety, how you make the reader work it out
Wonderful perspective so very well stated. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you all for your comments. I was a little leery of sharing this one.