PRIVILEGE

I have been on the computer for almost ten hours.

Not much. Not compared to yesterday.

I have made posts, reposted, argued

while bombs fell and artillery shells fell

and people died, and occasionally

I went and wrote a poem

or a translated one. My privilege,

for the bombs and artillery shells

fell elsewhere, and I had the privilege

of deciding when to give attention

and when to look away, forget

that the bombs and the artillery shells

were falling on human beings,

dozens killed while I was on my computer,

posting, reposting, arguing

and writing poems and translating poems.

But now I will make my last pot of coffee,

soon I will put music on, take a book,

and while I read my book

and drink my coffee

listening to music,

the bombs will still be falling,

houses will crumble

and tents will burst in flames

and dozens,

dozens of people

will die while I read my book

and sleep my long sleep.

29.06.2025

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