Fossilized Ancestry
by Odin Roark

Impending storms of mongering
cling to sentimental pasts,
destine repetitious futures.

Even as dictators prepare their next sleight of hand,
bound together by hope and fear,
duped emotion continues its lock-step toward nihilism.

As reality begins to set in…

Some might shudder with the melting cold facts,
not realizing fascist coercion is paltry
to its hubristic determination to create
21st century gulags of modern slavery,
a state of being where a wintery one-season philosophy
offers duplicitous answers for the angry and desperate,
the minions patiently waiting the warmth of relief
forever imprisoned by fantasy.

Upon history’s storm-scarred tundra,
the always crumbling shelter-of-relief grins
as crystalized mistakes continue to freeze

Within such flimsy walls of promise,
one finds promised wood,
but no kindling.
Canned nourishment
but no opener.

Freedom’s wedged open door
enjoins icy gust repeating the primeval dance
where hope's motionless calliope dream,
once of carousel-innocence
is now a whirlwind of regret.

Many attempt escape,
but hypothermic hallucination has taken over
delivering unconscious endings,
to evil's model of successful failure,
perpetually denouncing truth as bogus
sucking out the air with romantic vacuous rules.

Such becomes another future chapter
in antiquity's legacy of errors.

This frozen world,
today's repeat of yesterday,
this unending Phoenix,
its ashen ruins but ice-covered contradictions,
affronts existence like some whirling dervish
of gluttonous nature,
one's anomalous Leviathan,
aberrational cotton candy
frozen on one's tongue of childish belief.

And this we call humanity.

But

Climb,
grab,
crawl,
go they,
we,
I,
civilization’s moral impotence bowing to
power’s bullying persistence,
evil's fraudulent drippings
enveloping misguided yearnings
into glaciated ornaments,
becoming yet future layers
of fossilized ancestry
once known as the human species.