Misery Compounds
(after a tweet by @prufrock451)
Misery compounds like capital.
The child spared from malaria today
Tomorrow is in class, the farm unsold.
Hope ripples out—but so would woe, decay,
Financial insecurity. The road
Along a high and narrow ridge is bending,
Two slippery slopes on either side extending
To bait funambulists. As we climb higher,
Our margins whittle to a choking wire.
Daniel Galef
If you have any thoughts about this
poem, Daniel Galef would
like to hear them
