~ Little forgetfulness of humanity ~

Committed poem

The finger’s tense, dumb question.
The silence, dense glances,
Comes to rest on the shoulders,
Cover the spine of a wool shawl,
Blowing his story in the neck.

The finger’s tense, dumb question.
Acid squeal, tight chest,
Trembling breathing,
A bitter blink of the eyelids,
Close his heart and look away.

The closed hand, the thoughts flown,
Take a detour, make mine forget.
This is the daily life of the hungry,
A sigh of helplessness quickly folded,
A little forgetfulness of humanity.

[ by Maïm Garnier ]