ARCHIVAL ANNEXIUM... POETIC INJUSTICE

[TRE]

AS IF THE WORLD HAD STOOD STILL

something in the air
is making me believe
that the world has reached a point
possibly of no return....


there is something in the air
in the silence of minutes passing
as a part of the lack of people moving
there is something in the air

i cant quite put my finger on it
but there is something in the air
and the world is not quite as believable
and not quite the same place that it used to be

where do i go from here?

[TRE]

The Boy walks in from his Countryside
wild-eyed and awestruck
reeling from trees snapped
by winds unseen and
from the waste of all
that must be slaughtered.

He turns his face to the city
of a future dream seeing
only fluid visage of what was once
life standing tired thread-worn
coat and half-soled shoes
held in hand teeth mossy
with hidden decay not flossed loose.

Toes curled with long untended heat
and unmentioned ripeness of clinging fingers
hung on designer edges of buildings too
tall to leap ready and yet still
to jump on any momentary gain.

His angst and eagerness announcing
his hunger
and yet this Boy remembers
at a will's call the sound of settling
mist gently covering locust bodies
at once felled by death's demand
for some new day belonging
to another

Thinking:
Could it Be

?Am I only sentient as a person
with sentiment standing
before me and mine upon
hulls of the lost and found?