simonhlilly

SHRUG

Between the noise
Of the ordinary
It slides,
Wrenched voidwards.

We have banished the gods that forgave us.

Fractured sense,
Faith, trust crumbles.
We are bought and sold
Regardless.

Boundaries of hell worlds washed and fogged.

The future pools
Sickening slicks.
By root
We have cursed
Both branch and leaf.

No threat to our reason, no curb to our greed.

With shrugs,
With excuses,
By turning away,
With cowardice,
With arrogance,
We deny possibilities.

We whip on and ride the four horses, the skeletal winds, the wrack and ruin.

Our waste
Fertilises nothing.
We are clean and safe,
Comfortable and righteous.

And I do not trust the dream of flicker, the news of noble gatherings.

Where is there a land
Not soiled?
A path not sullied?

We defecate in the mouths of our children

And see it expedient, economic.
The tyranny unbridled, unbound.
We replace the spectres
So cunningly slain.

The world abandoned
To the demons inside us,
Nor shall we ever be forgiven.
I fear we shall never be forgiven.

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