all day i see
who knew they could sit up?
there are just older than baby ones at the edges of the swamp —
and then playing in captivity on my screen captivating me,
then smashed on the roadway — in the center lane, by the curb and on the median.
i come home and see
their cuteness is still being shared again and again,
as if to numb us
from the reality of our own destructive tendencies.
Pay attention – armor offers no salvation – neither does the media.