I don't want to write poems today.
There is a sexy man on the internet
With a soft heart and a wry smile.
He is dancing with other sexy men
in a video made before the world began to end.

I don't want to write poems today.
There is a brave man on my radio
With a soft heart and a strong will.
He is defying monsters.
He is surrounded by death,
And still holds the center true.

I don't want to write poems today.
There is a kind man on my television
With a soft heart and a hard resolve
He is opening his heart before congress.
He is bleeding out fields of sunflowers
And an eleven-day-old infant made of starlight and memory.

I don't want to write poems today.
There is a kind man consuming my thoughts
And all the privilege I have can do no more to help him
than my vote can change the world
or my voice could be counted.
I have no power here.

I don't want to write poems today,
So instead, I use my privilege
To turn off the television and cry tears I know
Will stop when the walls of my home remain, silently standing still.