Woe to you!
You monsters who use
language as your culture
game to strip out essence
and replace it with the
appearance of the Good.

You take away,
yes, you strip bare,
the mystery and depth
of what is felt and the
history that sits as witness
to all that makes this
human species groan
within the existential self.

Woe to you!
Who make the rules that
shit on all that’s risk and
and change the order from
the human as living to the
compliant social world.

I shall not give you the time
of day or the space to play
your soulless games that
mean nothing, nothing at all,
only absence in the end.

Woe to you!
You creatures changed into
hybrids of a system that cares
little for the living or the dead,
for this time is another vanilla day
with the shape of language circling
in your metallic cyborg heads.

 

11/8/2023