- by Linn Barnes
Now
-Linn Barnes
The reeds have rotted
and the wind has blown
the lake waters
to a sad other shore,
where darkness lifts
to a sad dawn.
Where now the new world
groans and pushes for birth,
and the terminal old
gag on the bile they have
pumped full into the world,
where not one single drop
was ever, not ever, worth
a goddamned dram
of anything vaguely real.
Where the grifted innocent,
taken once by surprise,
now begin to see clearly
into the red mist as it
swarms and begins to clear
the lies and illusions,
the poisons and fears
wrought by greedy
fools with fascistic
dead dreams
from the dreary
fantasies of long
dead and dying
next to nothing
worthless fools.