Poem of the Day. Elena Vlădăreanu.
di
Redazione Italia, May 26, 2016
Redazione Italia, May 26, 2016
Fast
food
food
I watch a story on
children in north korea
so many things are told about these
children
I get informed about how many there are and how poor
in
less than a minute I swallow
statistics grams of food per capita
per child per month
a few-years-old kid walks barefoot
mud up
to his neck
struggles to scoop some water with a plastic bag
don’t
drink this, you can’t drink this
the reporter insists
you’ll
get sick if you drink this filthy water
15 years ago a young woman
in germany or great britain
was watching a story on children in
romania
probably waiting as I am now
for the reporter to hand
the child a drop of clean water
I wish I cared but I don’t
they’re
so far away
they’re so fucking far away
I go round the sun in
my erratic
yet aseptic safety
I tell myself I’m being
manipulated and I click off the tv
children in north korea
so many things are told about these
children
I get informed about how many there are and how poor
in
less than a minute I swallow
statistics grams of food per capita
per child per month
a few-years-old kid walks barefoot
mud up
to his neck
struggles to scoop some water with a plastic bag
don’t
drink this, you can’t drink this
the reporter insists
you’ll
get sick if you drink this filthy water
15 years ago a young woman
in germany or great britain
was watching a story on children in
romania
probably waiting as I am now
for the reporter to hand
the child a drop of clean water
I wish I cared but I don’t
they’re
so far away
they’re so fucking far away
I go round the sun in
my erratic
yet aseptic safety
I tell myself I’m being
manipulated and I click off the tv
Elena Vlădăreanu
