Deep

This poem is called ‘Deep’ because I didn’t know what else to call it. I’m not even sure what it’s about, but I do know that it gets pretty deep.


 


whose life is worth the most?


is it yours?

is it your life

beneath the lightbulbs

and not the murderer

in his cold, grey cell?


is it your life

and not the third-world child

with a stomach so swollen

he hasn’t moved his bowels

for a week or two?


is it your life

and not the guy at Starbucks

who can’t spell names

and rinsed his dick

in the foam machine?


what about yourself?

your dog? your goldfish?


would you rather have

two mums

or two dads?


would you rather

die in a fire

but pull two kids

from the flames?


or would you rather

just keep walking

down the street?


would you rather

jump in deep

or walk the tightrope?


and can I hold you

tonight

when the fear comes?


can I hold you tonight

when the fear comes?

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Published on May 25, 2017 04:14
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