Some 500,000 people around the world
have been killed in wars this year,
and the year isn’t half over.
I try to work up sufficient grief
and outrage on behalf of the victims.
Disgust with humanity
is about all I can manage.
Up the road in Eastham,
a couple were walking their dog on Bee’s River
when they broke through the ice.
The woman drowned.
The man is missing and presumed dead.
Only the dog made it back to shore.
It’s a tragedy. Everyone says so.
Howie Good's latest poetry collection, True Crime, was published by Sacred Parasite in Berlin this year.
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