The Upside
Down at the bottom they
see you and say I am so
sorry let me send you a rope.
The unrequested kindness,
suitable for hymns of praise,
memorial postage stamps.
So simple to wade into the
muck, throw up our hands,
give supplication to the
saints of who the hell cares.
But we are so often the
roadside rescuers, human bandages,
purchasers of flowers,
Sunday furniture movers.
Karma’s a lie.
We do it because it feels good.
The fact that it feels good is
the best argument for the
continuation of the species.
From the collection Fields of Satchmo
Photo by MJV
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