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?
Published on May 25, 2017 04:14