View the shame parade
complete with photos
the worst on the planet
with their hoard, listed in order.
This is a sick dysfunction,
perhaps the sarcastic
at their misdeeds
is too subtle
immersed as we are
in this madness.
A rus-in-urbe rooftop garden
and pumping water
to complete the illusion
of what is only
natural. When we ground
ourselves and face the need
that looks so much like greed
and claim it,
how do we read
the cast of billionaires
and what is our recommended
treatment for these outliers
of the human condition?
Inspired by: Hoard, Order, Rus in urbe and Illustrious and the Forbes list of billionaires.
Every day my friends and I
like playful dogs on the beach
chase the tossed tidbit.
Some catch it in midair
and return it jouncing.
Others of us leap into the rough waves
and emerge shaking
our whole bodies. Some dig deep
into the earth, sniffing out
treasures. We all view
each returning prize, or
as many as our hearts can hold.
I try to watch from a viewing stand
where I distribute likes and follows,
a comment when my head galvanizes
or my heart is splintered by starshine.
None of us have led a gentle life.
Poets, artists, writers, we have risen
from the flames, unbearably disfigured
yet like magicians we transform
our pain into wonder, white doves
pulled from hats impossibly deep.
Sweeping our capes and bowing grandly
to those who say the kindest words,
I see you.
Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: wonder