Whatabout
Did you hear the latest from Trump?
Well whatabout Obama?—
Whatabout Clinton?—
Whatabout Bush?—
Whatabout Reagan?—
And whatabout that Jack Kennedy?—
Round and round we go naming
each bead of the human rosary,
each bead once more removed from now.
Never giving ourselves over to our life
we forfeit the only instant we own.
Well whatabout Abel?—
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Before the earth was barely old
the Angelus bell rang God’s answer.
Cain paused, pierced by the truth:
Yes, that we may be made worthy
of the promises of Christ. Amen.
I love your writing John. And especially in this piece the lines, “Never giving ourselves over to our life
we forfeit the only instant we own.” So true. Am still plumbing the depths of the last two lines!
I’m really enjoying your poems. You soon magic with them. Especially the one before this.