Interminable Battlefields

Atop fate’s carving block
straddles cleaver and blade,
sharpened for precise separation
into hunger’s end game,
when all is ready.

And…

Like the local butcher
awaiting another delivery for cold storage,
humankind hangs along its own rails
insanely determined to feast on its own,
seeming to accept war’s gluttonous appetite,
willing to hide its cannibalistic nature
behind a banquet of political smoke and mirrors.

So, how close…

Time’s interminable Now,
mankind’s undeniable ice-cold reality,
this staring at the all-that’s-left scraps
of fate’s butchered fragments
soon to become foreshadowing’s promise
finally made ready. 

But…

To lose hope

Is to bow to the unknown

which depends on us giving up the “what if” de jure

To a de facto habit of behavior.

Commodifying Liars

Like an auction caller in slow motion

We are deluged with dishonesty

And many allowing themselves as willing sacrifices

Whether on the news

The Happy Hour

The Town Hall meeting

And oh…

Is there a courtroom with any level of respect for integrity?