Meltdowns Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Proud Owners

No one knows this morning's circumference,

No onecares if the world is on the verged of meltdowns,

Diseases, bullets or fatwa,
Calamities and the circus of horror,

Nothing makes sensethis January morning,
other than its principal thought of something foreboding,

No ordinary hot flies pursuits of the dirt and the firths,
No ordinary flesh that maybe victims,

The grinding machines of continuous recycling,
The fed meat that belongs to us,

None if many are losing sleep,
None if many are unconcerned,

The waking pleasure of a good morning.
Life is not ours anyway.