essay: #013 INSIDE THE BUBBLE

c. Reuters.

Some days.
Poetry drips off my tongue.
Into the endless epitaphs.
And hypnotic laws of
Cause and effect.

The lyrics say:
"We live in a beautiful world..."

But the news.
Speaks differently...

"FIRE ROARS THROUGH PARISIAN APARTMENT BUILDING."
Filled with migrants.
And their babes.
Drunk on the notion.
Of a New World.
Kinder than the last.
But no less deadly.

"We just saw the bodies of seven children who were
asphyxiated. It's an abominable spectacle."
Interior Minister, Nicolas Sarkozy

Casualties.
Small.
Insignificant...
Or maybe.
Not so...

And now...

Just cinders on the wind.

RIP.

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