A New Reality This Way Comes

The world consumes our words
chews them up; shits them out
maggot production grounds
descriptors of dead past
museum piece relics
worthless for tomorrow
we cannot comprehend
that what we cannot name
the future lost to us
unable to adjust
savage time reaps our lives
numbers diminished days
as we struggle to speak
tongue’s stripped by dumb faith
our history repeats
longing now as never
truism remain true
come back rude grocery clerk
one more time Sunday rain
return decades of war
all preferable to this
to this relentless now
this permanent today
where what we say is void
endless swirling nothing
softly dragging us down
mute but to yesterday
dry leaves on a hot breeze

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