hairline fracture

“We are the generation that brought the bomb in. We have got to be the generation that should take it out.” -Martin Sheen

you & i are animals

spawned from the

mud & flailing at

one another with

blades made of

flint & with fists

hard bloody

knuckles all

calloused from

fight after fight

after fight---for

food, for water, for

shelter, for women,

for men, for money,

for kin, for future,

for present, for

places not yet dreamed

of we swing with our

eyes closed and keep

crashing down upon

faces that we will never

see unbloodied---at

the bottom of this

monstrosity of a

mountain, a wall, a

divide that we cannot

climb over, that we

cannot yet kick down

or blow up, we see the

rock sliding down our

way & just like the

sniveling slaves that we

are to our own devices

we catch the spinning

neon ball and hoist its

immense weight back

towards the top of this

ever increasing slope

that is coated with the

slickest oil ever

discovered---we do this

in spit of all that we are

really & truly capable of

because for some reason

we still find it

necessary to destroy

each other in the name

of illusionary creations

such as “gods” &

“nations,” neither of

which anyone can

pinpoint on a map or

cross over in the night

without a president &

a preacher marching

hand in hand with their

thumbs both poised on

our naïve pulse &

THE BUTTON.

 

the stress is but a hairline

fracture

developing

rapidly

into true death

for us all.