Corn Chips
M M.J. Lemon
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The word emergency reaches through eons
and radio, lunges out animates the print headlines
travels with humanity through time
and trades like currency
with social media
Always reassuring us
the world is about to end
or someone is to suffer ill fate
or that all civilization will be stuffed
in a crate across the grate
Of commentary started with
the invention of a twig scraping sand
becoming the drawing on the cave then
pen paper typewriter and touch screen
Shrill with the solemn silence of
suffering, genocide, natural disaster
detailing what we see, smell, hear, taste
Wanting to or not when
Gazing into the soul of calamity.
But I had no idea then and still
do not feel or understand your pain
over a corn chip emergency.
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