from the ashes
of human cruelty
the footprints of thousands
upon thousands
inform our fear
the worst is here

is this the path
contempt went walking
not so long ago
is this the end
of meaning

the lost children
refuse to be counted
the labors of saints
throw up their hands
the grinding poverty
from grievance
to grist

we bake our foul
and pompous news

sadly
we regurgitate
as if those viscous demons
of this reality
are the ones
who stir the iron caldron
of our senseless bellies

this vomitous vision
that draws us all inside
our respective holes
and bolster
the impenetrable shell
of our ignorance

don’t even try
all we have left
and nothing
will bring us back
soon enough
it must end

and yes
i am afraid

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m