A Happy Summary of Cosmos and Life
flecks of little light
waft miserly in dark.
they hoard their silver
to ladle it thin,
which spurs hunger,
envy, riots, war …
such feeble gruel,
it nourishes weedy momuments:
parched proclamations
of praise and greatness,
while puny human lords
dress up as gods,
urgent of ego,
needy to master,
as starved and empty of truth
as pious vampires,
who never look up
at the abysmal night.
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Written as the world heads into fascism and greater likelihood of WW3 ... but, you know, it could have been written at any time during human civilization
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