Collective grief
makes
a corpse of this nation
each footstep impatient
on the arteries and
veins
we call streets.
We –
the beating heart
of the country;
now palpitating.
The salted sweat is
ever-radiating,
despair spilling from our tear ducts;
belief
tears us apart.
Our
zeitgeist is atrophy
rubbing shoulders
to the very bone.
Symbiosis
with a mobile phone
ringtones ring of
unholy matrimony.
This miscarrying motherland’s
hand;
unforced.
But, still kept us for viewing
in a jar
tormenting
delivering mental scars
locked down
in a green and unpleasant land.
And as the gangrene
sets in
the Hydra freshly springs to mind –
duplicitous
for;
every time
your actions prove unkind
viciousness
does arise
and two further unkind actions
affect your kin.
And this is just one
embodied state;
a United Kadaver –
sent to the
morgue
that has become this planet.
What was once
our Earth;
our good and wholesome Gaia,
that which used to inspire.
Each post-mortem
misunderstands this;
epidemic of lies
and death
by company sponsored
dagger
forged in the fiery
pits of hate.
