Entropy Elegy

To the sum of a battle cry

can you help?  In the different selves

 

outside of oneself a sickness has taken

hold.  The sad melody of malady

 

gripping the heart gone

stunned by reality

 

seen in plain sight that no

one seems to see. I have

 

not the language to explain—but I try.  Too

 

many of this city’s people who would

rather go another day not thinking

 

because the things they cannot unlearn

are too scary.  Ugly truths

 

refuse to be forgotten climbing like aggressive

clematis choking out everything in its path

 

only to bloom and die year after year, after life-

times of forgotten ago.  Vines coil tight to find

 

stability for the rest of itself with violet and magenta

blooms which fall petal by petal, until they look

 

to the naked eye as to be dead.

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3 Comments

  1. to one who wrote a fine elegy…

    the dead are living
    the living are as the dead
    the cost of no thought

    slpmartin

  2. Reblogged this on disdainfulbeauty and commented:

    This poem from the blog is exceptionally relevant today.


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