Tell me you are not afraid.
Tell me you can’t feel
the quiver and the shake
of every foundation
you’ve ever known,
all that concrete
and stone,
suddenly not as strong
as you thought it was before.
Let me tell you something;
energy can make a liquid
out of stone.
Even the strongest of us
are only flesh and bone.
Our ideas are only as good
as those who would shed blood
to help this world to grow
out of the chaos
that is the universe.
We are just temporary toys.
Throw-away dolls,
wax soldiers,
paper planes.
A disposable syringe,
use once and destroy.
We’re all in on this thing
and we’re not getting off
without paying for the joy.
Trust me,
we’re in
for some wild times.
What kind?
I wish I had
a look inside.
There’s been hints,
but I’d hate to spoil
the ride.
We’re in
for a big fucking surprise.
No place to hide.
No time to run.
This time around
the game is played
by everyone.
I bet you thought
you’d be exempt,
if you opposed,
but that’s not how
this story goes.
But don’t lose hope.
Even the end
is just the birth
of something else.
We know
that energy
cannot destroy itself.
We know
that things
do not just cease to exist,
something always persists,
like a memory of this.
The good times are ahead.
The heroes are all dead.
The sacred’s been defamed.
The losers won the game.
The crack’s starting to show.
The story’s getting old.
It’s time for us to go.
I wonder
if anybody
knows?
HG – 2021
