Look Closely...

Look closely at the wider world which surrounds you. These paralysed streets hide a multitude of sins. That burnt, black foetus signifies Time's poisoned womb. No rebirth in spring only death's frosted fragments. The raw slabs of flesh and bone: futile connections in the sordid night; emotional ties severed. Ken humps Barbie doll. Lust is conflated with love. There is no hope, not a glimmer. No longer can one speak of the warm progress under stars. A marked decline globally, in every possible way, means that the future is a chasm. All we can do is close the blinds and put out the lights and then we can all pray for healing April rain to wash away the sickness. Until it re-emerges with a vengeance, as it surely must given the current lay of the land.