MAD WORLD: JUXTAPOSITIONS OF PRIVILEGE AND WAR
Armed with a glass of Chardonnay,
I sit amid golden light
while swallows pond-swoop
for Michelin-star mosquitoes,
hoping the feral kitten’s mother
has returned from her evening hunt,
that nothing has befallen her.
Will we later watch
Drive
to Survive?
Armed with automatic weapons,
soldiers in vantage points
watch the frantic agony of the starving
and shoot,
just because they can.
I drain my glass.
Check the WiFi.
As if connection could save us.
