After the sun has risen
and my morning tries at exercise
have turned to history
I unfold the papered daily news
and turn to Local.
There, the crime reports abound:
Rapes and porn
shootings and scams
are diet for my curious eyes.
The names are changed
but the crimes remain the same —
There may be twists
in the awful mix
of man’s depravity
but generally they’re hardly
We live surrounded by fences —
we are gated. — gated and glad.
We feel immune
to our nearby violent world.
I sit in my recliner and watch
some of the world go by on television.
and often think: I’m glad I’m not there!”
I I take upon my lap a good book
and leave it all behind.