don't expect hosannas from me


I'm trampling through the ruins of the past

seeing the remains of the world I lived in


under the foundations this generation

has erected for itself and enduring the same


delusions that will do them down in the imagining

that they'll make some definitive difference


and for this continued grief of vain humanity

and its inventions of solace and justification


what ashtray/jack handle/Big Bang/black hole

that gave birth to all this scramble of consciousness


some of us have learned to say 'bugger it'

and pass by at the other end of our time here


praising nothing but being alive...and silently at that...




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