Two Days

the rock suffered greatly

these last two days

 

lockdown and cancellation

no panic evacuation

lack of celebration

prisoner's incarceration

 

this is the work life

just days before yule

in the year the mayan

prophecy supposedly

unfolds, but the theatrics

are of an aztec nature

 

hearts ripped from the ribcage

and eaten before the ancient

equivalent of today's studio audience

 

the rock that stands crashes on and

crushes students, staff and admins alike

 

quetzocoatl

be praised or

be damned or

be existent or

be nonexistent

 

whatever the reality

life is not right

anywhere in the world

no matter what

anyone says

 

being human does

that to a person

 

any person

 

every person

 

and no matter how much

one b*****s and s***s their pants

about it, humanity is a bottle of

ammonia and chlorine solution

that will kill any ghost, any shell

within meters of it

 

prayer may help, but does the stress

ever go away, ever abate itself?

 

not in this lifetime,

which explains why everybody

dreams of the next one or

another version of this one

 

life is a rock that sinks us

when tied to our necks

 

and it always lasts

longer than two days