This story is told in the extremes of collapse
As chaos unfolds
In the desperate gestures of human beings.
Violence, fear, anger,
Reflexes in violence and deception
All in desperation’s quest.
Denial is having a hard time
Holding on to belief’s convictions
Out of reach of adaptations.
You would think the mind would change the heart?
Or
That the heart could change the mind?
But, this isn’t only an individual story
Where desperation blinds the vision of hope.
These are not singular in what is touched
When we look beyond our own horizons.
It is everywhere.
No wonder we don’t speak of this
To one another
It would impose on delusions desires.
Be strong, be wise, be smart,
Be calmed, beware, beguiled
The magic is gone.
Us isn’t them, them isn’t us.
We are each other revealed.
All are not yet in desperation’s grip,
Out of work,
Out of place.
Out of means.
When nobody knows who you are
Walking along on desperation’s road
Seeking to find your way in the circle of nothing.
Who can afford to embrace your needs
With nothing left of their own?
And when wealth won’t see,
Won’t include themselves in humanity.
Who is with me
Aboard the abandoned ship?
The life boats are gone
The bond of reliance is broken
And, concern is no longer valid to our kind.
Like kites flying on a broken string
Drifting away in fate’s wind
Scattered and tangled
Loosened from Nature’s grip
Untied and denied
No place to be in a meaningless trip.
So why do I speak of such emptiness?
To remind? To awaken? To remember?
Or is it meant for us to accept
The destiny of our humanity
In these closing times?
Or is it to help me feel complete
In the lonely desperation and the death
Of mine and all our kind?
Lots of work for gravediggers to meet.
NOTE: Please don’t share this with the children.