She makes retrograde statements
That set her and her fellow
Human beings back
A hundred years,
Advocating for things
That keep her down,
Reflexively, thoughtlessly
Limiting her own success
On a daily basis.
She’s done well but
Could do much better.
Willing to do anything,
Including destroying people,
To plug the gaping holes
Inside their rotting chests,
The ones that never
Heal, that they try
So hard not to acknowledge,
But that drive them to
Ghastly extremes just to
Satisfy, for a brief moment,
The unmanageable lust for
Complete dominion,
Humanity sacrificed for
Soiled supremacy.
Pulse racing,
Pupils dilated,
Awareness heightened,
Endorphins streaming,
Gulping air.
Harrowing experience
So close to the real thing.
What a rush,
He feels alive,
It begins wearing off
He’s forced to go back,
Be himself,
Look inside,
A fate postponed by
Each next thrill.
It takes no courage
To treat human beings
Who have less than you
With contempt;
It’s easy to disparage
People who have no power,
Who can’t retaliate
In any way,
Whom you keep down
So you have someone
To be on top of
In order to feel better
About yourself instead of
Working to heal inside
And be a better person.
So, anyway,
My car broke
Down in the
Middle of the road
And some people
Wearing outfits
Stopped by and
Killed me.
I realize that
What I thought was authentic
Turned out to be
Something else
Unsubstantial, inane,
A deliberate fabrication
Demanding my time
Giving nothing in return but
Empty stimulation,
False meaning,
Superficiality.
One by one,
Often in groups,
They emerge and
No one says anything.
Some day in the
Future, when sanity and
Perspective return,
People will look
Back in disbelief at
How human beings could
Let it happen
Yet again.
Musing wistfully about
An eroding golden era,
The stark contrast
Between the idyllic
Charm of the past and
A present gone awry.
It wasn’t always this way,
He explains sorrowfully,
There was a time when
People knew their station,
And everything was
More orderly.
An aging revisionist,
Hanging on to dreams
Of a place that never
Existed except in
His sheltered mind,
Unaware, subjective.
All he’s able to
Feel is the fear
They keep driving
Into his already
Frazzled brain,
A constant pulse of
Anxiety and dread,
Pictures of horrible
Things happening
Everywhere, too much
To assimilate in any
Other way than panic,
Insidious affliction.
