Our Global Consciences At The Ground In Barcelona

Bodies laying on the ground, unmoving,

and you, the one recording and those two walking

just before you, you all just walk. There

was the man with the water bottle, vanishing

quickly, perhaps he at least, unseen

to us, went to help, and let an injured to drink

- at least we hope that, despairingly.

None of you stop to help, not

even to check that child laying twisted on the ground,

if she has a pulse or not. Nor

that woman, with deep red, spreading

halo around her head. No, you three

- our representatives on the ground, through

which we live this, our consciences -

walk on, treating yourself detached

from all of this; it doesn't concern you,

the one who records this for us,

except as an observer, and those two ahead

- they act like it's some unpleasantness

that they must escape, something

they can leave behind them. You,

of course, already see your video spreading

around the globe, and perhaps congratulate

yourself on your good luck, not

just surviving, not just those

seconds or minutes that separated you from 

the metal and tires of the van,

but being there to record this. Your

fifteen minutes of the fame, like

the driver of the van's.

17.08.2017