You don’t have to
say anything, really.
Stand there as yourself.
We ought to know
that it is likely, probable, that
the chances are better than even
that it’s happened to you
simply because
we ought to know
this place
operates now as
a carry-on from
all kinds of horrible
places, and
we ought to know
that whether or not you tell a story
of how it has been for you,
currents and channels
carrying polluted water
dirty every person standing
in them, and
it’s likely, probable,
the chances are better than even
that you’ve been soaked
in certain poisons
for as long as you’ve stood
in the flood and we ought to know
who needs to get upstream
and dam the river
and clean it up and
we ought to do that
without jabbering on and on
about not me and not all
of us and not now and not
true and not that dirty.
It is, and it is, and it is,
and it is, and it is, and it is.
Shame on us. We ought to
hang our heads.
More to the point,
we ought to
get to work.
