Poem: Break

 

Break

 

what god to praise,

each locked in our own skin-cage,

heart brewing its solitary cauldron?

 

why these racked spheres,

elongated on such frail necks?

 

and fated to hide

from the most simple truths,

which loathe the absurd rubber

of this slippery face?

 

we destroy to eat, impose to breed, degrade to exist,

tangled in the ivy of desires,

as we trip across a knotted landscape,

this strangle of our collective fears.

 

who rides the wings of courage to see?

even when we break and suffer,

all of us king and complicit,

all of us coin and queen.

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1/28/24 ... more mods

1/4/24  ... transposed "king" and "queen"

2024.  The year fascism could take over the USA and the world.  ... trying to deal with how powerful hate becomes so quickly, once it is lit in the masses.  How it then controls us all, forces us to bow down on pain of torture.  Ultimate loss.