RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS
El Paso
The crisis in El Paso unfolds
Like a slow-motion catastrophe
A tsunami rolling over a coastal
village
A hurricane in the ninth ward of
New Orleans
A line of twisters rocking through
tornado alley
A derailed freight train screeching
with twisted metal
We see it coming
We observe it building to the
moment of impact
We watch it unveiled in heart
wrenching detail
but we are powerless to stop it
The freezing cold is moving down
from the arctic
Barreling down like a Russian
missile barrage
Honing in on the border of Texas
and Mexico
Centering on the city of El Paso
where hundreds
if not thousands of Nicaraguan
asylum seekers
wait in huddled masses yearning to
be free
Soon they will want only warmth and
shelter from the storm
We watch and wait from the other
side
of our television screens
Pleading with people we do not know
to
somehow come to their aid
Is there someone who can help?
Is there someone who can ease their
suffering?
Or must we watch as we watched
Katrina?
Must we watch as we watched
Fukushima?
Must we watch as we watch so many
tragedies unfolding in slow motion
from
the other side of the television
screen?
El Paso find your heart
El Paso find your empathy
Only you answer the call
Only you can ease the pain