superlunar radiation

souls seeking lessons,

lives of schooling along moving paths,

do better with humility to understand

such studies

teach not from our ignorance.

Classes may demand belligerence,

breaking bounds,

or simply opening, molting, relinquishing.

 

Sink and emerge over millennia,

accreting tales found

in the sounding mist of the world sea.

 

Raucous bandying pours through

in beeps and bleats.

Radio frequency bops and beats,

helpless pleas, daring vows to applaud,

angry tragic market dreams, marching

orders in the poorest form — insidious

mounting rage.

This whole pop pre-postapocalypse

stage play crackles and quakes, keeps

us hopping to its tunes.

What do we learn?

The Winners

 

 

 

 

Isn’t there a story

(I vaguely see shimmer in lost memory)

of a people savaged by invisible disease.

 

We live complicated lives, have no time for

sickness, enemies we can’t see or fight

with technology, deadly weapons of

defense.  It makes no sense to our

society, blinded by Midas intent, to

give credence to demand for cure,

to give resource from our wealth for

suffering we are sure does not exist.

 

Stealthy, the microbe universe encroaches,

silently strangles, suffocates, implodes.

Exponentially infests, makes itself

at home, redecorates our world as

its own.

No wealth left to protect, without hope,

or respect, we have succumbed.