I never know
quite where to start;
stand back and take it all in.
The scope of the damage
is at best
intimidating
and at worst
terrifying enough
to drive me back on my word,
but I’m some committed, now.
Take me outside,
out behind the barn;
put me
out of your misery.
Relegate me
back to the Info-War,
Alt-Right,
a mutant contagion.
Shut him up;
the filthy Neo-Con,
constantly ranting
away.
We’ve got a bullet
with his name.
I’ve already finished
with this charade.
The meek might inherit the Earth,
but one thing’s for sure;
the rest of us
won’t go quietly.
The big words
fill up our mouths,
the meaningless
fill up our heads,
the empty ones
occupy time
and Wall Street
and our universities.
The small ones
stick in our throats.
Tongues stumble
pronouncing their names.
Love.
Truth.
Respect.
Honor.
Loyalty.
Give me a break.
Well, I guess,
what the fuck did we expect?
We’ve introduced under duress,
accepting
of the rejects.
What we have lost in our day,
is how to make beauty from pain.
Our cast offs,
become our intrepids.
There’s something so good
in being broken
and shattered,
struggling to pick up the pieces,
find our place in the world again.
The benefits of betrayal,
the profits of being told “No”.
The secret of life everlasting
is knowing the builders
rejected the cornerstone.
Blood
will always be
the currency
we buy our lives with.
If it’s not any of ours,
someone else is bleeding out.
This is truth
and love,
and doubt,
and that’s why it’s
so hard
to start
coming around.
We’re all in pieces on the ground.
HG – 2018
