8Feb/12Off
Poem: Prayer
Written moments ago, on my lunch break. Very rough draft needless to say.
Prayer
Let me be ignorant
happy, if across the street a thug
clubs my neighbor's head bloody
cracked let baroque
trumpet CDs drown
it out, if now
nuclear missiles fly
to my city let
me sleep through the flash, if
anywhere children starve or
suffer or are helpless
let reports show I
could do nothing, knowing
nothing, if my mother shivers
and her tears trickle as
darkness falls let me hug
her in memory alone, as
she was strong and smelling
of cinnamon and soap
and oh most of all let this
be enough for me.
-- Carl Bettis
