Survivor
National Phenomenon
or an Outback Obsession.
We watch religiously
without hesitation.
Who do we relate to most?
Who will make
the inevitable Sacred Cut.
The Tribal Council
becomes our social circle
of weekly friends
that decides
quite decisively
Who will stay,
and Who will go!
A reflection of our own lives
with complicated alliances
and personal juries
that we interact with everyday.
As we are challenged
and struggle,
we relate to their quests
as if they were our own.
Will it be the handsome mechanic?
The bitchy broad who drives a Boston bus?
An odd and quirky sales rep.,
or us?
We will stay glued to the tube
to see our Champion
our Survivor of the fittest
the one we see most clearly in ourselves.
Do they belong?
If so, do we?
Will we win,
lose,
be banished,
or find ourselves
with immunity,
A tribal council
of one,
as this life’s lone,
This new updated poem added 1/18/07