-1-
We are old before our time.
We never really had a chance to grow.
Feel like a squeezed out lime
amid empty buildings and decrepit signs,
burnt to a golden crisp?
Wisps of bloodied hair
float in our breeze.
We sit back in our chairs
and spy upon those at their ease.
Will we attack and persevere
or fall back into the Earth
and disappear?
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I heard Ian Bremmer, Brother of Paul, say
“America is not a fatigued superpower
in fact not crippled in any way
but rather like Gulliver
tied down by the lilliputians.”
In all his pompous glory Mr. Bremmer
speaks for those who believe in full
spectrum dominance; for the corporate
cyclops who move in frightful
symmetry digging in across the globe
ignoring all around them.
In the growing terror
of this half-light
we hear the sounds of collapsing
Empire. The dead are all around us,
feeling our legs touching our once
sylvan hair. On the horizon
geomagnetic storms prophesy
the coming of a new dawn.
Will we be prepared
to make the sacrifice?
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