A Few Short Poems

 

AT THAT TIME 

We were body surfing a wave of public rage
attempting to swim   it was terrific   thrilling  
hate sprayed us on the left and on the right  
we wondered    would it smash us into a reef
 
the tyrant threw tantrums   lies from his lips like eels
it was a good moment for cartoonists and journalists
and billionaires and lovers of guns
a good moment
 
for poets    poets thrive on disaster
born as we are within the wound    
 

 

PANDEMIC

 
In the air   on the breeze
masked
the virus attacks
 
the bereaved submit to destiny
in tears   
Mama Gaia will be avenged
      
friends
bow your heads
beware a mother scorned
             
 
 

EVENING IN PLAGUE TIME

 
We hand ourselves over to the media
The media hands us over to profit
 
            we are not what we were
            we will not be what we are
 
we are possessed
we do not even cry out
at the news
 
 

SOME DAYS

 
Some days I feel
I am turning to plastic
We all are
becoming inorganic
the next stage
for us sapiens
for us experimental subjects