Djana Poem by robert dickerson

Djana stares at me and looks away
as if she saw nothing.
I shiver and burn all over-
even scorn is better than indifference.
But mine can equal hers, no?
overtake and jump it, like
a plains antelope a hobbled mule?
I will show indifference
All who see will tremble and turn cold
and wonder if this old world
owns one caring feeling-
owns one wee, piping, fledgling caring feeling.
But cry, cry, my heart in broken shame-
her apathy is real while mine is feigned.