Apparently it’s okay
to demand help five minutes before the world sleeps
and then stroll off under the stars
without even the thought of thanks.
It’s fine to dig up liquefied bones
and fashion them into inflatable rings
to bob along on the surface of the Earth’s sweat-sheened skin
only to cast them aside when the sun hides its head.
It’s fine to book safaris in a distant country
while the wildlife nearby is trampled underfoot,
hit by cars and choked by polluted air,
with reserves holding fundraisers in the wake of blind eyes
and deaf ears.
until the wall of ignorance crumbles
at your feet.