From the Greece of the South,
the privileged princess fiddled with her phone
while the Rome of the North burned,
for she was physically,
if not socially
from the inferno—
a charcoal mask she deemed necessary
to cleanse the pores of injustice—
for it wasn’t her community,
reduced to burning rubble,
or put on the back burner.
Those were just big-city problems,
happening to those who should pay
for someone else’s crime.
The so-called culture of the big city,
with all its restaurants, museums, & theatres
weren’t worth the price to live near them,
would be destroyed.
this girl from Poplar Bluff,
who found felicity in simplicity,
could be found under a peach tree,
not burning them,
not spray painting obscenities,
not destroying them.
She had the freedom to believe,
& express belief,
in order & reform simultaneously—
living not in The Twilight Zone
but The Outer Limits—
in a part of the world
that hadn’t been beaten all black & blue
with red all over.