Survive© By Jack Schimmelman
Thad Jones, Mel Lewis Jazz Orchestra) Used by permission.
Poverty kills. He is stealth. He snakes into your soul, a smooth night silhouette. When you are young, you never believe that it is you who is poor. It is always the other person. The neighbor. The homeless. The junkies. The other. In this country, you assume that you can climb out of the hole life has gifted your present. Your future is brighter. Then, as you get older and the gnawing in your belly grows omnipotent, your eyes no longer glisten. They assume a permanent opaque horror at the thought you will never inhale the fresh air of economic freedom. Poverty is insidious. It plants its seed in your soul before birth, while
your parents wonder if they can afford to invite you into time’s