Are we
learning to speak again?
Are the sounds
and the gestures
beginning to make sense?
Some kind of language
from what we abandoned?
We had ideas,
but they were used
against us all.
Even our words
became needles,
became knives,
became bullets and bombs
and tore our soft bodies
apart in our homes.
When was there anything more
than this charnel house
of nouns and adjectives?
When did we have thoughts
that weren’t used
to disembowel our enemies?
I thought we dreamed
in colors
and of places we would go,
but instead,
we sold our minds
to feed our eyes and egos.
Nevermind the words,
they would never matter
if no one’s listening.
Is the tinnitus
because of the war,
or is it just because
of the high pitched whine
of our communications,
near field, 5G,
WIFI and radiation?
We’re downloadable,
by hackers
that breach the mainframe,
but we can’t jailbreak
ourselves
out of this insane
landscape.
Better we didn’t know
the future,
or what they put in our DNA.
Is it a code?
Are we hackable,
like a social credit score?
Where do we go
when all of the words
have been used to kill?
How would the world
be better,
if we could kill
with thoughts alone?
Suicide is commonplace
is a world
where no one’s listening
and the cries of the abandoned
don’t get clicks,
or sympathy.
We’re adolescent,
incandescent,
burning out too soon.
Can we survive the dawn
of this new civilization?
Will we have words left
to describe it
to the children
of our afternoon?
Are we through
with trying
to communicate
with each other
at all?
I’ll think I’ll let
my voice explode
and see
where the words fall.
HG – 2021
