untitled poem
- mhulseth
- Jan 18
- 1 min read
Updated: May 1
(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