Ears (a pantoum) by Philip Pompetti

Ears by Philip Pompetti

In one ear and out the other.

Things I hear that make me sick.

People running, holding their ears.

Humanity is a rocking boat.

Things I hear that make me sick.

Of bombs, and backpacks, and blame.

Humanity is a rocking boat.

We can handle these roaring waves.

Of bombs, and backpacks, and blame.

Waiting on what we’ve already heard.

We can handle these roaring waves.

They all try to run at once.

Waiting on what we’ve already heard.

Minutes turn to hours turn back to minutes. 

They all try to run at once.

Time has decided to slow down for now.

Minutes turn to hours turn back to minutes. 

I think I’m done watching for now.

Time has decided to slow down for now.

It isn’t really funny anymore.

I think I’m done watching for now.

People running, holding their ears.

It isn’t really funny anymore.

In one ear and out the other.