Your cultural significance creates
a difference today; it will moreso
tomorrow. How your every phrase relates
could catch a lie; how you paint all torsos,
accurately gage an eye’s glare might save
a life. Do you care? To breathe in clear air:
does it matter to you? When humans rave
of equal rights, do you slouch in your chair
or rise and rave, too? As you trot, stall, weave
past each street’s starving bodies, studying
their fading frames, how does your art conceive
earth’s future? Or are you even trying?
As you huddle in bed at night, hearing
those endless screams, what are you whispering?
Roger Armbrust
February 12, 2015
