Hot isn’t it! While you’re waiting for my American Hustle poem, here is one I prepared earlier:
A man is talking about his daughter
A fillial email lights up his face
Her life glowing from the iphone in his palm
She’s in Rwanda, ministering to the poor –
Overwhelmed yet ecstatic,
Drowning the nightly intensity
She is throwing her life away
In public service,
Risking everything for no money.
Stepping off the plane in Kigali,
He is set for rescue
And the miscue is resonant
A symptom of his fathering –
Best not to allow his Harvard girl
To waste her SATs.
After, he is discussing his euphemism
And how uselessness has caught up with him,
Lying in his hospital bed,
They are both there,
The reality of his act
Shocked into their faces, like
A trip through the windscreen.
His colleagues had already abandoned him
Due to market forces
And no-one else is doing what he expects.
After all these years of
How can the world prove so empty?