Poem: Drowning World

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
and my own writing
as I laugh at my own jokes