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Inured

We are inured to sirens now

Throbbing processions of emergency vehicles interrupting traffic flow

No longer spark the curiosity they once did

 

It wasn’t always so

We used to chase fire engines to watch flames lick and curl

There was always an audience

Crowds of onlookers was a living cliché back then

For all the local disasters

Even car crashes had fans

It was all so immediate and familiar

We all knew whose blood was seeping onto the sidewalk

Or who wouldn’t be coming back to school tomorrow

Or forever

Loud noises brought us out of our houses

It was normal to be inquisitive

 

Not like now

When people are frightened by noises

And are too accustomed to perfect disasters

Brought to our living rooms and laptops within seconds

Crowding out any desire to stand outside on a streetcorner

To watch some store burn down

We can’t be bothered with small tragedies

When big ones become as familiar as movie stars

 

So unless the ambulance screaming by us on the highway

Is being chased by paparazzi

We barely register any emotion

 

Our disasters have ceased to become news

Unless they rate a camera crew

Or somebody’s amateur video clip goes viral

There is always a delay

A divide

An intermediary

Between us and events

Our tragedies are screened

Away

 

 

David Trudel        ©  2013

 

 

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Victim

Victim is not a trait or an avocation

Happenstance happens

Random as powerballs dropping

 

Some bodies bear the sins

Of the wicked

Deluded

 

Immersed in their narrow outrage

Sympathy excluded

Detonation clears more than this air

 

Leaving victims

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013

 

 

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Dolly

Heaven and hell co-exist

 

Here

 

Wherever that might be

True enough for me over the years

In both regards

 

But in a swirl of blackening balance

My pristine esthetic ambience

Has been visited by the dark side

Evil stalks even these charmed streets

 

Where a few blocks away

A miniature farm with miniature horses

That by daylight delights the drivers by

Was sadly vandalized by night

Terrorized

Leaving the broken body of a beautiful Falabella

Caramel and white pinto named China Doll

Dolly, as she was called

Only 75 centimeters tall at the shoulders

Fours years old

Broken into, literally

Left broken to die in the dark

No cause for panic, say the police

Who continue to investigate

But if not panic, how about grief, horror, disgust

Dismay

At this too close reminder

That as much as this earth can be a paradise

It has every layer of hell and then some

Around the next corner

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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