meditating on a closed homeless shelter…

 

the brown bag prophet
said
i live
in
the empty spaces
life’s
denied
moments
where eyes
avert
and
prayers
fall on deaf ears
i’m
not alone
there are
children
and
their parents
in
these spaces
parents
of
all sorts
atheists
bible thumpers
and
those confused
by
god’s words
and
his deeds
as
well
as
certified heroes
and
criminals
those ungainfully employed
and
otherwise destitute
by
their attempt
at
existence
all
forming
society’s sediment
sediment
along
these streets
paved
with human gold
and
blood diamonds
diamonds
worn
no doubt
as
symbols
of
heaven’s stars
but
more likely
as
hell’s burning embers
but
who’s to say
not those
of us
living
in
the empty spaces

 

dividend check…

 

you
ignore
your part
in
the slaughter
for
you cannot
hear
the captive-bolt gun
nor
feel
the confinement
of
the chute
pressing
against
your
skin

 

waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents

 

powerless to stop it…

 

there’s always
an antiseptic smell
before
death
as if
we truly
believe
we might
cleanse death
from
our being
it’s
a fragrance
of
age
we know it
all
too well
from
nursing homes
and
hospital halls
but
sense it
even as
we walk
along a city street
it makes us
most sad
when
a passing child
has whiffs
of
death
we wonder
why
and
where is
god
but are
soon distracted
by
armani
arden,
or
fresh-baked goods
until
when naked
in
the shower
we
find
that
fragrance

 

bend over and….

unwashed dishes
were stacked
in the sink
the food
in the kitchen
like
the crops
in the field
sat
rotting
several
antiquated copper
phone lines
with
batteries
provided
the only communication
between
various
national outposts
since
the ban
on
all foreigners
in
the name
of
national security
ai
had directed
robots
to manage
and
carry out
the
day-to-day tasks
for
everyone
except
a few
fool hearted survivalists
who
were proclaimed
to be
doomsayers
by
the government
hell
no one expected
that
one massive blast
of
radiation
from
a solar flare
it was
followed
within
minutes
by
a secondary wave
of
charged particles
a coronal mass
ejection
that’s
when
the satellites
GPS
power grids
and
our robots
shutdown
for
the last
time