I’m afraid That stray cultural thread Waving above the fabric Long ignored Has been pulled • I’m afraid An uneasy order has Unraveled Uncontrolled by small generals Hovering over spreadsheets • I’m afraid We’ve slept Too peaceably Allowing bogus men To do their battles On our behalf • I’m afraid We are freezing life A peace handcuffed to A failed post-war Parchment ideal • I’m afraid We’re melting calamity Spreading red Across planned communities In unplanned retribution • I’m afraid We’ve failed a test To which we were given the answers • I’m afraid The hand we’ve elected is cloven A hoof with 50 apostles and All the good lines • I’m afraid The last man standing Won’t be man or standing Just The illiterate hand hovering Over our thread-thin culture ignorant of The implacable Geometry of chaos Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Post navigation Previous Previous post: PANDEMIC POLITICS
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