poem of the day 03.15.16

grace is gone

and the old hatreds

have risen up from under their rocks

where they’ve been hiding

taking a new form

they ooze like stale bile

flowing out of sewers

flooding the city and countryside

with their yellow muck

bubbling out of televisions and phones

there is so little to be said for it

it seems it’s always been there

like an old blanket suffocating us

from sea to shining sea

my how we’ve hoodwinked ourselves

into believing we’ve made a better world

but the battle lines have been redrawn

the violence seems so vain glorious

retrograde, we now stumble

for words of enlightenment

but there is only the ignorance and fear

that we’ve courted for years

a generation facing

a dark reckoning

or a cold, black end

to this idiotic myth

offering little left to save.