Urban Commuter Scents and Sensibility

Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see, because the folly of their hubris hides the harsh reality, and when they walk past homeless people posted prone in poverty, cold cloaked, they are invisible. Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear any proper prayers of the sullen souls that live their lives in fear. And so they sing their psalms in silence hoping angels will appear, their sadness semi-visible. Ten thousand nostrils will each day pass turned up and they’ll all detect the foul fragrance from a stumbling bum with bubble bath neglect. And yet their greatest fears are fostered from his foreign dialect. So sobering, so risible. Five thousand hearts will each day pass but not a single one will feel for the burdens borne by a beggar with war wounds that will not heal. Still they will paint themselves as patriots, American, genteel. One Nation, indivisible. Submitted: August 14, 2020 Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet "N/A" -- August 26, 2020