I’m dead, don’t know how or when I died <br />although I do know why – endless lists of <br />French political news items broadcast in <br />stereo-audio booming with journalists’ <br />machine-gun-fire voices have destroyed <br />my ability to prioritize <br /> <br />the senseless violence in African and <br />European countries facing like financial <br />crises coalesce into a grim grey stream – I <br />realize I cannot read these journals sanely, <br />much less memorise for language class, <br />my empty mind inanely vacillates <br /> <br />I do not care – with no substitute aims and <br />no alternative my mental gyroscope becomes <br />unsteady, even if I could seek help I’d still <br />lack the terms to describe my dilemma, <br />I cannot formulate the problem – unless <br />the explanation is I’m dead already<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-dead-revised/
