Chunks of
filthy ice that look like crows at the side of the road.
Hunks
of stone that once were human hearts.
A rude rumble of thunder
in a snow gray sky.
The old order will not be returning.
Do not mourn for it. It was never noble. It was never great. Leaving
the world and its resources to benefit a privileged few. Sacrificing
justice to further enrich the already wealthy. Crowd house upon house
while the two thirds world goes unhomed. Starve the world and laugh.
No more monsters in the dark.
Masked agents of
anarchy disguised as law and order.
Christian nationalists in
an exaggerated Jesus Christ pose.
Volatility and alarm
bells. Satanic politicians of every stripe stalking from the shadows
of the financial sector. No healing. No health. It doesn’t matter.
None of it. Empires rise and fall. Every one and all. Crash and ash.
But what will rise? More of the same?
Toxic tear gas in
sleeping neighborhoods.
Smashed school windows and obscenities.
Zip-tied children taken away.
Why should we be
beaten anymore? Why persist in this rebellion? The whole head is
injured, the heart afflicted. From the sole of the foot to the top of
the head there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and open
bloody sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed.
We
could be better but who would believe the message?
Men and
women of sorrows – will not hide our faces.
We will open our
mouths.
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