It comes to you again, the question of being human.
You’ve pondered the expression to be human,
all too human, but what does it mean?
Lamenting the so-called human
condition, we move through disquieting days,
scrolling images of the inhumane—
how a history of humankind isn’t easily mended.
At the end of what we’ve called humanity
what can you tell us? Tell us it will be fine,
it’ll be OK. Tell us we’re only human.
ARTHUR SOLWAY’S poetry and essays have most recently appeared in TriQuarterly, The Antioch Review, BOMB, and Salmagundi, with forthcoming work in The London Magazine and The Tupelo Quarterly. He is also a frequent contributor of reviews and cultural essays to Artforum, Frieze, and Art Asia Pacific magazines. A graduate of the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers, he has been based in Shanghai since 2007.
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