THE BANKRUPTCY OF FEELING





Another unarmed man is dead,

Another neighborhood gone,

And what for?


I must be sad, I say to myself.

But no longer are there feelings.


Only the idea of feelings.


I buy my feelings from those who have them.


But they say it’s been a good year,

And just today, in front of Starbucks,

I gave a dollar to the homeless man,

With a noose around his neck.


© Ramin Gillett