It is really cold
isn't it.
Some one percent
is hauling it in.
The rest dangles
from the trees.
Hanging out to dry
or something.
No stranger than
southern fruit.
No different from it.
As color is no longer
a discriminating component
in this here dusk.
This is all of
an unprecedented blackness.
The new weight
is ownership.
The heavier you are
the harder to hang.
Everybody has bought into it
for the promise of a chance
at the title.
This is a clever arrangement
with a huge contingency of failure
and an even larger circle of collateral.
They will take it all
and blame you for being
so stupid and careless.
For signing the contract.
It almost seems devised
to serve the purpose
of scraping the flesh
off the bones.
Every single acquisition
gets lost to the method.
The family land too.
You'd expect it to be normal
for a human to work
reasonable hours,
buy a minimum
of healthy foods,
a minimal wardrobe
and in the course of,
let's say 25 years,
pay off a loan on a house.
So that he would own it
eventually
and have at least
some financial security
for those days that no longer allow him
to do the work anymore.
This would demand
a combination of
fair wages for his work
and fair markets of
consumer goods,
commodities
and real estate.
It doesn't seem
as if that one percent
will be giving anything up
anytime soon.
It doesn't seem
as if those ninety-nine percent
will be understanding
anytime soon
that there is
no chance
at the title
for them.
There is no place
you can look
that isn't
either perished
or infected.
I think that is the most depressing thing.
I think that is
unworthy.
Humanity
as a system
hasn't worked yet.
And by the looks of it
it never will.
On average,
nobility is futile
and love doesn't stick.
And I feel like
a repulsive parasite
for my faculty
to even say this.
We all have
a disemboweled potential
that excuses us from
any real concern.
Oh mercy me.
And mercy on us all.