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HIGH AND DRY
by Terry OlynikWhere the geography
Of your birth
In this fickle
Unsmiling world
Predetermines your life course
In all it's nuance.
(Africa?....sooooo sorry).
Where captains of industry
With caviar breath
And moral astigmatism
Loudly send back
$2000 bottles of wine
Loudly ordered.
(Because they can).
Where frantic looters
Their eyes filled with
Guilt/need
Grab the super king size
Package of diapers-
The good kind.
(They could never afford).
Where life's capricious dance
Plays out daily on my Sony
Too fascinating/horrifying
To turn away from
Squeezing the remote with
Sorrow, anger, grief....and guilt.
(Sitting high and dry).
(Sitting High and Dry).
08/31/2005 Author's Note: The planet is 70% water. 71% is obviously too much.
Posted on 08/31/2005
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/05 at 03:31 PM and where the floods of human kindness should be... there is only a sign that says looters will be shot. (a dying mother holding formula stolen from a well-insured shop for an infant that is already dead.) Powerful images... great verse.... horrible tragedy. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 09/05/05 at 12:50 AM you say it all here... |
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