Salvatore Difalco

Over There, Over There
 
Days of nothing end to end,
then something flares that makes you send
excited messages to friends.

“Can you believe this shit?”
“Yes indeed, I can believe it.”
“Just the same old thing repeated.”

The apathy around me makes me sad.
I don’t think my friends are bad,
I just think they’re cosy in their pads.

Life beyond their walls does not exist
as such. Just scenes from a flick with no twist
at the end that justifies the silly risks.

I am sanguine, nonetheless.
I’ll keep close to the vest my witness
of the world and my thoughts about the mess.

Enjoy your afternoon, pals.
It may be the last before the billionaires bail 
on the planet, or gravity fails.

Sicilian-Canadian poet and storyteller Salvatore Difalco lives in Toronto, Canada.