We are inured to sirens now
Throbbing processions of emergency vehicles interrupting traffic flow
No longer spark the curiosity they once did
It wasn’t always so
We used to chase fire engines to watch flames lick and curl
There was always an audience
Crowds of onlookers was a living cliché back then
For all the local disasters
Even car crashes had fans
It was all so immediate and familiar
We all knew whose blood was seeping onto the sidewalk
Or who wouldn’t be coming back to school tomorrow
Or forever
Loud noises brought us out of our houses
It was normal to be inquisitive
Not like now
When people are frightened by noises
And are too accustomed to perfect disasters
Brought to our living rooms and laptops within seconds
Crowding out any desire to stand outside on a streetcorner
To watch some store burn down
We can’t be bothered with small tragedies
When big ones become as familiar as movie stars
So unless the ambulance screaming by us on the highway
Is being chased by paparazzi
We barely register any emotion
Our disasters have ceased to become news
Unless they rate a camera crew
Or somebody’s amateur video clip goes viral
There is always a delay
A divide
An intermediary
Between us and events
Our tragedies are screened
Away
David Trudel © 2013
Inured
We are inured to sirens now
Throbbing processions of emergency vehicles interrupting traffic flow
No longer spark the curiosity they once did
It wasn’t always so
We used to chase fire engines to watch flames lick and curl
There was always an audience
Crowds of onlookers was a living cliché back then
For all the local disasters
Even car crashes had fans
It was all so immediate and familiar
We all knew whose blood was seeping onto the sidewalk
Or who wouldn’t be coming back to school tomorrow
Or forever
Loud noises brought us out of our houses
It was normal to be inquisitive
Not like now
When people are frightened by noises
And are too accustomed to perfect disasters
Brought to our living rooms and laptops within seconds
Crowding out any desire to stand outside on a streetcorner
To watch some store burn down
We can’t be bothered with small tragedies
When big ones become as familiar as movie stars
So unless the ambulance screaming by us on the highway
Is being chased by paparazzi
We barely register any emotion
Our disasters have ceased to become news
Unless they rate a camera crew
Or somebody’s amateur video clip goes viral
There is always a delay
A divide
An intermediary
Between us and events
Our tragedies are screened
Away
David Trudel © 2013
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