The Collective 'I'

I wouldn't mind if you and I
could see
with one eye

all of us
between the lot of us
one voice and one mind
one nation

I wouldn't mind if we could stop the lies
break down and try
to see the family down the street
as our own broken home

mine
yours
ours

people talk about great loves
but I want someone who isn't horrified by the thought of waking up next to me
'til death do us part

because a marriage isn't you and I
it is ours
it is our parent's
our children's
our neighbour's
our responsibility

his
hers
theirs

Let's talk about this God forsaken world
for a damned minute
And how black eyes look

can you imagine if his rumbling tummy
was the result of your hunger?

if her broken heart
was an aorta stripped bare in your chest?

 if the fingers worked raw and bleeding
were your sister's? your mother's? your own?

or if that fetus
in pieces in a bag
was your son?
your granddaughter?
you?

can you imagine an indwelling -
us in the other?

a society that bothers to care?

of course you can
but do you have the balls
to live like

it's already here?