TORN TO THUNDER

 

 

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Logic held out its shredded hands

amid posture and probability

fear came on as kindness

and deliberation

had triplets

a clown

the mirror

and the mighty wind

.

Reason was left holding back

brimstone hailed emotions

insecurities golden calf

wore a mask of goodness

of honor and most noble cause

a black vortex was called rose

siphoning up compassion

condemning empathy

as if they were

illegitimate children

wards of the welfare state

expected to clean and care for

any hand that held enough money

.

Spinning up worried elites propaganda

pundits guided a groomed church choir

common folk packed into position

received their new commands

to march in loyalties blindfold

when a dark root cellars depth

would have held them more true

 a better company that the proud

.

Logic’s air had become vacated

its home left in morbid curiosities

dreams now mixed in with detritus

insulation and roofing shingles lost

were nailed over hearts left hard

now pierced by rusted anger

.

What had been always true

of truth and of loves way

looked for evidence

any kind of history

even one memory

amidst the sorry

cacophony

.

We wailed

we looked for

what survived

of actuality

but alas

from the sky

came the echo’s

of each possibility

emaciated

by hate

by life itself

torn to thunder

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