What are we?
Who are we?
What have we become?
What have we done
But that we strut and curse
With Human ignorance
And hubris?
We sew pockets of hell on Earth
And fret when it’s too late
And still yet tell ourselves
That any fiction is infinitely better
Than to fess up; than to face our
Reaping
Wide,
The World weeps bloody tears
And suffocates under fractious clouds
That wreck and reek to retching
Sick, the planet heaves,
Clamouring for more glamour
And belief’s cold sweats
Adrenaline free-falling
Out of disconnect
Selective fear and fury
Horror
Paranoia
Stalks the Psyche
Trammels
Into frozen thought and feeling
The whole world is reeling
Dancing to discordant tunes
Tectonic Titans crunching
Crushing
Scraping scraps with blades
All is percussion
Gluttonous
And crashing
World made glass and straw
And poisoned shores
In hearts and thoughts
Polluting souls
The whole world wrought
To overwrought and overwhelm
And all for nought.
