On the Way to the March
A wall of cars
blocked our lane.
They were lined up
not to appeal for freedom
or for suffering to be overcome
but for
the
car
wash.
It was an ordinary day.
They were thankful
(if they were even aware)
for the division of their spirit
from their conscience.
They lolled in 20th Century
thoughtlessness.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
This is a warmup poem for Laura Shovan's Annual February Writing Project. The words/phrases for this poem
division
wall
freedom
20th Century
overcome
spirit
historical
thank
appeal
suffering
originated in a German article about the people of Berlin urging Trump not to build a wall at the Mexican border. Not this article exactly, but something like this.
originated in a German article about the people of Berlin urging Trump not to build a wall at the Mexican border. Not this article exactly, but something like this.
They were thankful
ReplyDelete(if they were even aware)
for the division of their spirit
from their conscience.
These were my favorite lines, at least for these readings so far, 'cause my favorite lines sometimes change.
While I would never hope for that division in myself, sometimes I wish my conscience didn't keep me awake at night thinking about what I need to do next...