migrants

Toll-Taking

Death at UCLA, teacher

And then shooter, then

Spouse found, murdered

Before

Death-number increases

Of soldiers lost to flood

At Fort Hood in Texas

Migrants’ lives lost

Beyond counting, since

Too many die unknown

In Mediterranean waters

Or on western Asian

Battlefields

Nigerian school children

Lives erased, such is the

The plan of those who

Took them

And these are in the

Process of becoming old

Well-worn news, such is

Our way

Though beyond blame

Is the stress of bearing

Our world, a planet of

Dying

And of sorrow

Atlas shrugged, the novel

Claims? Atlas should

Have wept

Charon demands gold

For passage, though the

Real currency is life

Here’s News (and a Haibun)

Here’s News (and a Haibun)

(1)

Here are three news leads from The Guardian:

The United Nations has for the first time signalled its “human rights obligation” over the deadly cholera outbreak in Haiti that has claimed the lives of at least 30,000 people.

‘It’s only working for the white kids’: American soccer’s diversity problem [headline]

Yesterday, a report came out that said more than 1,000 migrants and refugees have died just in the last week while crossing the Mediterranean.

(2)

Everyone on all sides of things is falling down. UN peacekeeping. Soccer, the world’s sport. Migrants we don’t count who die. Doesn’t help my own precarious feelings about stability or sanity in the world. Doesn’t help the fragility in me or mine. On this side of apocalypse (only frightening for some), what might we save? In order to retain poetics, I’ve refrained from news of politics today. I doubt anymore the answer’s there.

(3)

Black box of the plane

Black box of refugee’s boat

Black box of sea’s depths

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