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
Inside Out 