That Too, Is Now Forgone

This is the antithesis
and the synthesis of me –
I am the cry of the hurt;
I am the pain of those
whose limbs function
less articulately. I am no
more – I cease to exist
when I see how easily
abused they are, these
victims of necessity.
It is not pain in any sense,
it is the missing sound of
things taken for granted –
the cash register of intellect,
the bank of good deeds,
the moral hospital of
immunity, the school of
home comfort. Where
we breathe common air
we might share some
commonality but that
too, is now forgone.
© 30 April 2007, I.D. Carswell