This morbid mess of mystifying muck.
This overheated rhythmic heart of heaths
and lakes ground up, its life energy sucked
out by each beast’s fear and greed. Withered wreaths
crowning heads of stumbling dead. Laughter lost
to high-tech calculations, to stalking
lenses marking every mood and move -- cost
of dark minds defying light. No talking,
only cawing once-words. Where are you now?
We need you. Where are you as our brains melt
and skin shrivels like bacon, our bones bow
and crumble from decay? When once we felt
love…was it real? Where are you now? Each gun
destroys each kiss as warped forms hit and run…
Roger Armbrust
November 5, 2016
