The Selfish World Xxxxx Poem by RIC BASTASA

oh, you did not
notice it
it was just all
about you and
nothing about
the other

absorbed in your
own vacuum
the other does not
exist

even the flowers
in the field
passed spring and
yet you did not
notice
how they bloomed
and wilted

why just you?
did you not see
the bloated body of
the pig
floating on the river
washed down to the
sea

yes, why was it
just you? and what
about the mass graves
of those
whom you might have
known
somewhere in that
university?

you are all moisture
absorbed by the pillow
of that window

you are all tears
confined in a hanky
your sorrow is not
theirs
and yours is yours
too alone

it is fair you say
in this selfish world
what matters most
is only the self, i and
me.