DREAD

Dread has taken up residence

in my never placid imagination

as if the next conflagration

were coming for me and I’m running

from dream-terror getting nowhere.

At my trial

the jury box is packed

with kangaroos, koalas

and crippled veterans of foreign wars

my defense’s mouth is sealed

with that ever useful petroleum product

duct tape

melting into her throat.

The charge is Ecocide

our greatest absurdity

the garden we’ve made into a shit-hole has become a fire pit

and we’re stockpiling

batteries

bullets

and bibles.

Oh say can you see clearly now the day has come bursting air red glare tattered cloth inverted hung out to dry in the Australian bush that’s everywhere.

Think nothing of it

follow the boss over the cliff

there might be a job down there

Dread is shorting my circuits

we should all be pissing our pants.

RW

Guanajuato, Mex

01.05.2020

(photo:  unattibuted)