We’ve entered a foggy time
Where only the insane are truly free
With agendas where their brains should be.
Where “dialogue” is shouted curses
Wielded like dull-edged swords
And our defense against this loud banality
Our faces sunken into phones, terminally bored.
We no longer slouch towards Bethlehem
But think its existence is just fake news.
The truth is no longer a solid thing
But a clay molded with our views.
I’ll not try to do what Didion did,
I’ve neither the competence nor the need
To walk around in different shoes
In glasses smoked with weed.
I’ll just erode in peace here dark
While the world in every direction implodes to dust.
The red of it not iron-based –
Eternal quiet the only end to our distrust.