Shrug Poem by Bill Upton

Shrug



The one that everyone knew,
That everyone claimed to love,
Disintegrated last night.
He finally matched up the GPS coordinates
For 'the deep end'
And made arrangements to take up permanent residency.
His problems were internalized-
He swallowed them whole,
Without sharing.
Every one he knew had resuscitation abilities,
Yet no one acted on them for rescue.
As usual, it was de rigueur to get 'involved'.
There must be a new edict that makes it unfashionable
To get your hands dirty-
To risk your dignity by stepping out of your comfort zone.
Cruelly and falsely, everyone counts on the Samaritan to arrive
So that the problems would be fixed, the wounds treated,
And the sun would come out tomorrow.
But, not this time.
No Samaritan showed up on the scene,
No hero on a white horse came riding to the rescue.
This evening, a former pillar of the community,
A once-strong man in his own right,
Now beaten down,
Found out officially
That when his demons presented themselves in combat,
His home team's bench was empty,
And for all intents and purposes,
Fatally, and unbeknownst to him,
No one even put on his uniform.

Thursday, October 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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