Sharing the Apocalypse: A Poem
Honey, there’s been another
death on the television.
Look at those news anchors trembling
with compassion-laced excitement;
hear how they breathe concern
around syllables of grim detail
as if to sublimate the message,
Life itself is enough: appreciate it.
I already do.
But I don’t want to expand my thoughts
to embrace lurid aftermaths of war,
illness, family room disputes,
or freak mechanical accidents.
Yet as cameras pan to interview
surviving loved ones,
I can’t resist urges to rehearse
their grief as if it were my own.
Lean closer, my darling,
hold me while they dust for fingerprints,
tweeze bullets from a doorframe,
sift through charred wreckage,
and pull bodies from the lake.