untitled poem

(Part of a thread to share poems or poetry-adjacent writing, as discussed here.)

We 

cannot

say how this

cascading wreck 

of complacent greed

vulture capitalists

algorithms of hatred

cruel optimistic denial   

slow motion climate apocalypse  

assault grade weapons in every home 

casual valorization of gangsters 

riding fast to the future in driverless cars 

will turn out— but it seems very safe to assume 

the trends and prognosis are not for the good 

our plans to weather them are sadly lame   

imagination is truncated 

the paths we had hoped for are blocked  

we are badly fragmented 

yet the storms still approach 

so put down your roots  

deep as you can  

and practice  

being 

calm