Survival Guide

by Christine Adams Beckett

Hyperbolic, first-world declarations
About coffee, air conditioning or
Wireless computer connections:
We couldn’t possibly live
Without them. Throw us into
The arctic surrounds of our ancestry
And forget the igloo, the seal hides
And blubber: we need to check
Our instagram accounts. Keep
The knife, the desalinization
Membranes and radio:
Drag us to the closest cell tower;
We need to read our e-mail.

Throngs of people line city streets
Clutching their surrogate electronic
Rhesus monkey mothers,
Offering nurturing security,
Loving attention from man-made
Bestowers of contact and affection,
A life-line offering one level of
Maslow’s actualized human needs:
Love. The basics come in
Much less comforting packages:
Lunch wrapped in tinfoil, apartments
Sweltering in brick façades,
Swaths of cotton stained from
Sweat of the daily toil.

Grief is love
Encountering its archenemy;
The delivery system of
Our will to live is
A mere incarnation of
Our will to thrive. Survival
Without reason or meaning is
A cell without connection,
Despondent and weakened
And not much worth it
To begin with. That’s
No exaggeration.

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