Wandering in
from the new frontier,
looking forlorn
and desperate.
These things
aren’t all as they appear;
starving
full of sustenance.
This is the way of the world.
We told the children,
“Don’t be strong,
just weaponize your weakness.”
Now we walk
amongst the piles
of our dead.
Our ultimate achievement
is killing ourselves.
Are we moving
in circles
that expand out
forever?
From that first explosion,
still just vain projectiles,
coursing through the stars?
Or are we riding
and ever tightening
spiral,
back down into the singularity
of who we are?
I guess that depends
on the shape of reality.
We bring ourselves
and our friends
to the party.
To what end?
do we care?
It’s so disappointing.
We’re aware
of our fate,
but we keep right on,
killing for the thrill.
It doesn’t have to make sense,
for chaos is a fire.
We’re into a new space,
we have been for a while.
We keep playing the same games,
we’re so clever,
so much guile.
The look on our face
as we learn our place
is a death smile.
HG – 2021