I saw her tiny body being tossed and swayed on the waves,
inert and without life,
without dignity,
no god rocked him in his arms,
as minimal as his years.
And I saw the men of wisdom throw themselves into safe doorways,
clouding over both their generosity and their courage,
no one spoke,
the silence cried out unsure of itself.
News bulletins relate unemotionally the tragedy,
imbued with an agreed upon and rational protocol,
neutrality!
And afterward, the Pantheon of the Market,
the god called Money,
and the goddess called Fame.
Sums and amounts, lots of numbers with no soul.
Dehumanized faces invade throughtout,
I get tripped up time and time again by hand of the clock that marks the hour on the hour,
a great emptiness fills me,
and I dream.