Children of Wealth
By Elizabeth Daryush
Children of wealth in your warm nursery,
Set in the cushioned window seat to watch * lexical field of safety
The volleying snow, guarded invisibly
By the clear double pane through which no touch
Ultimately penetrates, you cannot tell *lexical field of threat
What winter means; its cruel truths to you
Are only sound and sight; your citadel
Is safe from feeling, and from knowledge too.
Go down, go out to elemental wrong,
Waste your too round limbs, tan your skin too white; *anaphora;
privilege
The glass of comfort, ignorance, seems strong
To-day, and yet perhaps this very night
You’ll wake to horror’s wrecking fire – your home
Is wired for this, in every room.
By Elizabeth Daryush
Children of wealth in your warm nursery,
Set in the cushioned window seat to watch * lexical field of safety
The volleying snow, guarded invisibly
By the clear double pane through which no touch
Ultimately penetrates, you cannot tell *lexical field of threat
What winter means; its cruel truths to you
Are only sound and sight; your citadel
Is safe from feeling, and from knowledge too.
Go down, go out to elemental wrong,
Waste your too round limbs, tan your skin too white; *anaphora;
privilege
The glass of comfort, ignorance, seems strong
To-day, and yet perhaps this very night
You’ll wake to horror’s wrecking fire – your home
Is wired for this, in every room.
