Time is of the Essence
Manchester just called
Says there was an attack
I console her
Through drowsy mumble
And say, "Time difference."
She understands,
And hangs up.
I fall asleep, almost instantly.
In my dream,
I hear the screams
The pleas
The cries
All the way from Syria
I explain to them,
"It's not in my hands."
When I wake up
And step outside my door,
I notice the mailbox
Overflowing with postcards
Letters
Notes
From Somalia
Are you coming?
Please do something
I write back,
"It's not possible"
"I live all the way here."
I head out for work
My phone beeps
A text from Sundarban
My plants are being murdered
The animals are barely breathing
Will you save us?
I type back,
"I can't"
"I've got so much work."
When I get off the bus,
I see a bunch of kids
In front of the office
They don't call
Or mail
Or text
They silently gaze at me
With starving eyes
And broken smiles
What about us?
We're right here.
Right
Before
You.
And I say
"Time of is of the essence"
"Please step aside."
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