Shall we run the human condition
Through the view of a thing with no eyes?
Will that give us clarity into the ache
Of existence or will it dampen the fear
That all things end until we forget that we
Are on a very tight timetable here?
.
The schedule cannot be shifted but
There is sand in my shoes sliding around.
I can taste it in my teeth and it makes me
Wonder if I have been buried in the dirt
This entire time, ignorant and naive,
Hungry for the sunlight I threw away.
.
There is nothing innate about offshoring humanity,
Nothing normal about bleeding compassion
Into a gutter of piss and pollution and poison.
So, shall we march into the meatgrinder now,
Sacrifice our little thoughts and forget death,
And hunt this bull's cape, red flag progress?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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