At some point they will push the button.
God will demand it. Or some billionaire.
Same difference.
At the faculty meeting one of my coworkers told everyone a crazy story:
They're putting kitty litter in classrooms for the furry students.
The weather is pleasant.
It's December 28 in the northern hemisphere.
"It's horrifyingly nice outside," I comment.
Mom and Dad say they've planted some trees.
"You do what you can," they shrug.
Soon the army will be securing access to water.
I don't know what narratives my parents are absorbing.
They don't watch Fox and think they aren't brainwashed,
but they're usually angry at Kim Jong Un
I want them to be angry at people with power.
They've never asked me,
but I sometimes wonder if I'll find litter in my classroom
after the next school shooting
So I can help keep things clean.
It feels like the world is ending.
The way it was supposed to in 1999.
Evangelicals want to instigate Armageddon.
Everyone's waiting
Thinking they'll come out on top.
liberalism
2024
The most important election of our lifetimes:
Trump v.BidenHarris.
I remember the excitement
when she took the corpse-president’s place.
But then we were told
nothing would fundamentally change.
Fewer still hoped the killing would stop—
but Amerika did
what Amerika does best:
Genocide. Proletaricide. Anthropocide.
She needed our votes for the crime of crimes—
to damn our souls to everlasting hell
and save the nation’s empty myth
from a faltering husk of a man.
“The fate of the Palestinians is unfortunate,
but we must think first of our families.”
I voted for her.
Claudia de la Cruz.
The working people of Palestine are my family.
All the Difference
What use is
Knowing
The mouton has nearly finished climbing.
Clench your fists
Grit your teeth
Gaze into the empty eyes of the heads in the basket
Perhaps you could shout
Some too radical words for the jeering crowd
As the white paint peels from the dry, cracked lunette
And a panorama of empty eyes
Hunger for someone else’s blood
You have time to think
And feel regret
Every time two paths diverged in a wood
You chose the guillotine
The frame shudders at the mouton's climax
What use is
Knowing
The blade is shearing through the air
And once you’ve stopped knowing
It will take another
Sophistry and Solipsism in the New Millennium 