jenga…

jenga

quite a simple game
pull or push for what you want
to get to the top
just like society’s rules
where everything’s tumbling down

selective kindness…

selective kindness

when the misery
we see
is in eyes
that look
like
ours
our hearts
open up
and
we hear
there
but
for the grace of
that’s
when we
offer up
a small portion
of
self-pity
to another
such
self-centered behavior
no doubt
feels
good for a while
but
like
a child’s
out of sight
out
of mind
stage of development
the misery
is soon
forgotten

tomb raiders…

like locusts
that
devour every living thing
grave robbers
have set upon
the land
they’ve come
in waves
the first
were
those
just seeking
the finest treasures
all the while
spray painting graffitii
to cover up
all the sacred symbols
the second wave
was comprised
of
magistrates
ministers of the law
seeking
personal glorification
by
possessing
those things that would
extend their power
in the eyes
of
others
the last wave
were common men
tearing
through the tomb
seeking
scraps
whatever
tossed aside
by
those
whose actions
had taken
justice
and
freedom
from
the nation

 

covid-19 infant death…

tonight a child died
parents won’t be discussing
your boring lockdown
they will plan a funeral
and pray to an unseen god

 

oh the humanity…

her day
has been
totally ruined
by
death
plans
to reduce
her stress level
from
being confined
on her estate
by
having
her nails done
roots dyed
and
a proper styling
for
her position
endeavors
facilitated
by
when
the state
approved
the opening
of
salons
she had
also
taken strigent precautions
of her own
she
had her driver
disinfect the limousine
from
bumper to bumper
with
some rather expensive
solution
provided
free of charge
by
the government
for
her significant contributions
to
the election campaign
further
her personal maid
entered
the premises first
as
you might say
as
a mine canary
all
was well
however
as she left
the premises
a homeless man
came to her
from
nowhere
and
died at her feet
coughing
she was rushed
to
her personal physician
who
assured her
that

all was well
and
that an injection
of
lysol
was not needed
however
she was
severely later
for
dinner

 

crisis management plan …

 

always on thin ice
that’s how you wanted life to be
you wanted people
to see you as a strong and brave
your ghost stories told each day
daily ghost stories
shared with all of life’s passerbys
whispered in the night
to lovers and part-time friends
knowing always on thin ice

 

perfectly preserved…

how graceful
she thought
were
her movements
and
words
in the crowd
certain
that no one
noticed
the inconsistencies
of
her flesh
and
soul
with what
she
perceived
them
to be
although
the mirror
only
in certain light
seemed
to suggest
that
some minor changes
had occurred
but
such changes
must be
viewed
as mere
adaptations
to
the world
not
the result
of
a decaying body
and
soul
she was
as
well
preserved
as
a living lie