13 Nov 2015

Jesus would be so disappointed

It is almost impossible these days to
Escape stupidity
Swarming masses are legion
Continually circling your carcass
Waiting for a bite
The tiniest strip of flesh

Where do you go to escape?
Closeted within the darkest corners
You can find some
Animal with a PhD
Scribbling on rocks
His mind so absolved of
Concrete and carbon monoxide
Screaming children
Chicken wings or death
That he barely exists
At all

Dig holes
Sweep streets
Write poetry
Build skyscrapers
Fight a war
Survey a million lives over a
Million days
And you cannot fail to
See you are surrounded

And here
It seems nullifying and true that
Nowhere on
God’s green earth will ever be
Free of