 |
| Sasha P |
Reading Richard Harbor in a Rented Cabin
Reading Richard Harbor in the parlor of our rented cabin,
Listening to 40-somethings discuss a kitchen remodel
As philosophers might debate epistemology,
Or theologians grapple with the problem of evil:
Murmurs of seriousness about tile,
Oven hoods, and paint quality,
Contracts and renovation budgets--
A never-ending conversation undertaken with the
Seriousness of monks in robes pondering the mind of God.
I wonder why God allows 40-year-olds to discuss kitchen appliances
While children are pulped by military technology,
And a holocaust of factory farming silences
The groans of fearful mothers, whose suckling litter is ripped from them,
Clubbed and dragged away to the slaughterhouse
It is time to go into town,
Close my Richard Ford,
Browse the stores, and see my reflection mingled with theirs
On windows, stenciled lettering, ethically-sourced
Coffee beans and used books Written across my frowning, tired face.
 |
| Jason Ray Carney |
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please be supportive and kind in your comments.