Dinosauria;We

Born like this


Into this


As the chalk faces smile


As Mrs. Death laughs


As the ele­va­tors break


As polit­i­cal land­scapes dis­solve


As the super­mar­ket bag boy holds a col­lege degree


As the oily fish spit out their oily prey


As the sun is masked


We are


Born like this


Into this


Into these care­fully mad wars


Into the sight of bro­ken fac­tory win­dows of empti­ness


Into bars where peo­ple no longer speak to each other


Into fist fights that end as shoot­ings and knif­ings


Born into this


Into hos­pi­tals which are so expen­sive that it’s cheaper to die


Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty


Into a coun­try where the jails are full and the mad­houses closed


Into a place where the masses ele­vate fools into rich heroes


Born into this


Walk­ing and liv­ing through this


Dying because of this


Muted because of this


Cas­trated


Debauched


Dis­in­her­ited


Because of this


Fooled by this


Used by this


Pissed on by this


Made crazy and sick by this


Made vio­lent


Made inhu­man


By this


The heart is black­ened


The fin­gers reach for the throat


The gun


The knife


The bomb


The fin­gers reach toward an unre­spon­sive god


The fin­gers reach for the bot­tle


The pill


The pow­der


We are born into this sor­row­ful dead­li­ness


We are born into a gov­ern­ment 60 years in debt


That soon will be unable to even pay the inter­est on that debt


And the banks will burn


Money will be use­less


There will be open and unpun­ished mur­der in the streets


It will be guns and rov­ing mobs


Land will be use­less


Food will become a dimin­ish­ing return


Nuclear power will be taken over by the many


Explo­sions will con­tin­u­ally shake the earth


Radi­ated robot men will stalk each other


The rich and the cho­sen will watch from space plat­forms


Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s play­ground


The sun will not be seen and it will always be night


Trees will die


All veg­e­ta­tion will die


Radi­ated men will eat the flesh of radi­ated men


The sea will be poi­soned


The lakes and rivers will van­ish


Rain will be the new gold


The rot­ting bod­ies of men and ani­mals will stink in the dark wind


The last few sur­vivors will be over­taken by new and hideous dis­eases


And the space plat­forms will be destroyed by attri­tion


The peter­ing out of sup­plies


The nat­ural effect of gen­eral decay


And there will be the most beau­ti­ful silence never heard


Born out of that.


The sun still hid­den there


Await­ing the next chapter.