Poem: Drowning World

Posted On March 29, 2021

swimming, gliding
simple luxury made difficult
and distant
while the sheep bleat
for more kicks to the ribs

I’ve long since written them off
simple-minded souls following orders
and I am an unwitting invader
in a hostile land
that I long to flee

And when will we cut
the nooses from our throats
and laugh and walk away far
leaving the rest
to their slaughterhouse fate

I am weary of it all
and care only for my own flowers
now
and my own writing
as I laugh at my own jokes