Days and Strife

  

Fetishizing demon claws 

That reach through dimension 

And gash at souls  

The enraged kidney shot 

rupturing blood and urine into the body cavity  

As a sepsis that cannot be healed  

Without devastating financial loss 

This perversity that carries us through days and strife— 

 

The sunrise, full of vigor and promise behind the dogfood factory  

As the coal in the filthy cars rumbles beneath my feet 

As if the concentration of that which kills the environment  

Being tankered in by the ton is common enough to ignore 

until death and comprehension are one.  

 

for whatever perpetuity means 

To other people. In ways that don’t make any sense 

I dream of wolves, endlessly. In the depths of myself  

Swarms of night creatures, reveling in chaos.  

As vultures rioting upon a carcass 

Where the decay of everything  

Presents an endless feast of scraps. 

 

And still; I was there. Prescient and carnal  

When it mattered, when the will of self held us from injury and violence 

as they fired upon us. blindly

to spread the wings of reality into opposing winds 

Willing. As if it were something I have always known 

And I see it for what it is, and question if it can be undone 

 

trading strength and stamina for peace and comfort  

In the helm of some postindustrial altar  

separating my mind into dangerous, supernatural places 

haunting me with its pending existence  

Drawing mælstrom power from beyond these vulgar scenes 

 

As if all of it is an act. This charade of some petty excellence. 

that will be forgotten in bloodshed  

when compassion that has been eroded at all levels

manifests itself as public shootings

ultimately, there comes a point where words no longer matter.  

And in the background I think of the syringes and the feces. 

On the way to, and from, work.  

Where I contribute in clothing the refugees— 

To be slaughtered in the house of capitalism.  

As if it has not already consumed the best parts of me 

Like something to aspire, in venomous attempt  

To use actions as language;  

As we are beset on all sides by the consequence of our addictions.