The world is faltering
pieces falling apart
the decline of infrastructures
unnoticed or mocked
well you know my show is on and besides so and so said everything’s
fine
and I know that its my fault
as surely as our bones
are made of the same matter
stardust some fondly say
but alas I a romantic
must tearfully admit
we are but dead residue
remnants of something wonderful
and our initiative is failing
the evolutionary process
that decided
to choose me
and you
should have been more selective
genocide
is a well known word
but the images of war
are too grizzly for right society
(unlike that show
you know
the one your prepubescent
and highly confused son
masturbated to last night)
and callousness reigns
like Asma al-Assad
looking into the eyes of the devil
while she's made over at the mall
bags and bags and bags
I wonder if they recycle those
to store all the small bodies
plastic in children’s pain killers
day care centers
parceling out sedatives
I mean, why teach
these lousy little things
these play dough people
with love splashing out
from every eyehole
every place
capable of expression
into the miraculous world
every one containing
an avant-garde piece
inside their pure and sinless
(yes you insane disease, sinless)
souls
I say bring the world to their knees
if only to force them
to face a child's perspective.
