Where are our thoughts of tomorrow?
Ripped away
like tattered remains
of flesh and skin
on old bones
of long dead soldiers;
monuments to a forgotten war.
Lives laid down
in row upon row
for the sick hearts
and wicked desires
of powerful and corrupt men.
Where are our thoughts of yesterday?
Trapped in a dream state,
an unformed idea.
A being not yet seen,
but heart beating.
A life,
both impossible and unimaginable,
but still allowed
to open its eyes,
draw breath,
and change the universe.
Where are our thoughts of today?
Mired in our discontent,
mind conquered,
to hearts enslaved.
Yearning to fill
every hunger,
desire,
and ego.
Thinking that we know so better.
Terminal characteristics
of the short lived,
blood-born.
So eager to believe
in the absolving power
of a human life,
but not the sacrifice.
Time moves on,
but not in the way we hope.
Past, present, future
are less linear,
more field-like.
Desperate beings
caught up in the angry waves
of forces we could
intimately control,
but we chose not to.
Begging for a savior.
A new hope,
a new blood-pact
with a god
of our own time.
HG – 2021
