SHANTIES AND MANSIONS

my tragedy
is so much worse
than your tragedy.

you think you’ve
got it bad?

you think you know
hardship?

well my ship
knows hard ship.

you’ve not survived
these storms i’ve weathered.

you have not seen
wreckage through the tide.

i have walked
through fire
and come out

the other side.

your grass
is so green.

you are blind
to the things
i have seen.

when i cry
i cry songs
you’ve never sang.

i die each day
in a brand new way.

so who are you
to complain?

who are you
to tell me
about pain?

(there was a silence
before the mirror replied:

i am a prophet
from the future
or maybe the past
come to remind you
that nothing can last

fires burn down
shanties and mansions
one and the same
but compassion is our common ancestor
and name)

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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