Pushing it
fast
past
this concrete
rubble jungle.
Straight out
into night.
Sky lights,
feel the rumble.
High,
but I’m alright,
despite
the narrative.
There’s
care
in the
words,
but they’re
not
the imperative.
Switch
from water
to wine.
Assaulter,
to caught
behind
enemy lines.
Times
change
faster
than hands
to
the slaughter.
Remember
it used
to be
laughter.
Now
we serve
new masters.
Tragedy
after
disaster.
What
do we
matter?
The same
way
we’ve
always been.
Here
in the
morning,
waiting on
the Sun
again.
The Executioner
is an
old friend.
One more
time,
around
the Sun.
Where
we’ve
always been.
HG – 2020
