Sacrifice (Sonnet)

If you want to give up something for Lent,
try giving up your front-of-line status,
privilege. Perhaps you can put a dent
in marginalization, hiatus

of poverty. Compassion is the rent
we pay for living in this world, gratis
breaths and all. Just to give one damn, decent
care for others sharing this space. That is

not much to ask. Robot doctors giving
bad news. Really? Maybe in the darkness
is the way through; the spell of the cleansing
power of the dark of the moon. Starkness

and cold. Maybe when you're lost you can find
yourself; free-fall sensation in your mind.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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