Take it for what it is.
After a while
the words all mean nothing.
Every “No” a “Yes”,
and every “Yes” a “No”.
Just the chaos
of interpretation.
Drowned out,
the mad sound
of decisions.
Placate the need
to understand
by turning up the volume,
but never giving in
to the demand.
I can hear it.
The grinding inside the machine.
Too long maintenance intervals
and running it hot
have put stress
on critical parts.
There’s gonna be a breakdown.
Oh, yes.
And real soon, too.
I can see it
in the eyes of so many.
They were never built to lose,
and they’re gonna lose big.
We all are.
It’s going down,
and there’s not a goddamned thing
anyone can do about it.
Well,
that’s not true.
There’s always something.
I’ll stop with the
fatalistic nonsense.
But,
I can still hear
the high whine
of metal on metal,
and pressure
trying to escape.
I’m starting to wonder
if this machine
was even built
with winning in mind.
HG – 2022
