Tag: Time

Age of Extinction

Herded, micromanaged
housing units become small,
cities of the rich
cement playgrounds for crooks
politicians
after all, 10 million
lemmings can’t be wrong, nor
their detractors
this potato famine backwards
this collectivization
the new Gulag of extinction
hive and ant farm

first, they taught us how not
to think, thus not feel
except for the usual directives
we had sinned we aren’t corporate
no propaganda
unless they own it swarming
forward, forward
landscape and sentiment shifts
the cage, boss, the cage
the new Society Humaine
the needle is slim and invisible
does not exist officially

we do have the rage against
the slings and arrows
accepted attitudes of violent sheep
huddled beneath
this manufactured age
gnawing cheese, stealing advantages
not resembling a leash
yes, we are their experiment
soon to be better as usually
gone too soon before being
exchanged
for a tomorrow never to arrive

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Anywhere

You can be murdered anywhere, but
you’ll always die in Congress or in Parliament.

From a lack of care or indifference
to what’s said and done by everyone expecting
salvation be a ladder to Paradise, until
the stairs to another life declining repair
prove they lead nowhere but upside down.

Change will come eventually you think,
forgetting the war ongoing in everything
where slaughter is observed religiously,
statistics carved in counterfeit
register complaint surreptitiously proud.

To serve the perverted ego’s lazy appetite
for the curve of constancy, no matter what
it takes to frame familiar certainty:
mistaken for the truth still boasting loudly
for release from the cage of incessant proof.

In our recalcitrant lives something despairs,
training us for extinction as the prize.

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