I wish I could feel
But I seem to be cold
Too much death and pain.

Will I become so blasé
About terrorism
As I am about the road toll?

I don't want to know
If I am expendable
My life mere sputters and sparks.
                _________

Don't look close-----
You see pain and waste
And ghastly horror.

We live our daily lives-----
The unthinkable far away
Not quite touching.

That way we are safe----
Our ostrich heads
Deep in comforting sand.

Dawn McDonald
© November 2002

Midi : "La Cathedrale Engloutie"
             (J.E. Dery)

  Art: " Bali"