Good for Nothings
If those who still have their heads in the sand
in the clouds
or up their backsides
(regarding the occupation and the g-cide)
are good for anything
it is that
a brief conversation with them
has at this stage
the tendency
to suck me
ephemerally
into such a vortex of their ignorance
that my brain almost tricks itself
briefly
into pretending
that everything
is alright
that it’s business as usual
distracting me momentarily
from the images
the guilt
the shame
the powerlessness
that haunt me
day and night
AN FRAOCH 