“It can happen anywhere.”
by Rob Littler
News reports wake the day
To sirens wailing, the clang
Of real happening everywhere
Inside and out—the Anchors
Saying it a thousand times
One way, but new knowing
News is always breaking
For the uniformed.
Tapping in, then
Tapping out. I hear what sounds
Like new 911 calls. But they are
Like all the others. I imagine
Someone in a family somewhere
Else, getting up and getting dressed,
To be some place certain. I have seen
That quaking. Their sadness and trembling—
These tragedies are becoming natural to living.
Posted on 03/01/2012
Copyright © 2019 Rob Littler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/03/12 at 05:05 PM|
I like the feel and message of the piece. An admirable attempt at reminding us of the indifference we sometimes develop over time in light of such tragedies.