We share so very little , ego’s so brittle and easy to whittle away. A violent display will stay in play in the mind , you will find, long after any positive events. This cements the dents and circumvents common sense on regular events, manipulated by the one percents with profitable intents, this ideology charges rents on minds. The consumption of public spaces withdraws the places where faces can exchange thought into word, then words into action, reduce the ‘great unwashed masses’ into a simple fraction. Faction versus faction leads to inaction through distractional discourse, backs the wrong horse and ends up back on the couch.
Towards Bethlehem we slouch
You recall the small boys body
water caresses his pale and salted skin
Tower-block terrorism, food bank families ,
long division and subtraction with a one time cash attraction
but no amount of distraction
can divert attention from the charred corpses
Lizard tongues freeze framed, hash-tagged and bagged.
We’ve all been dragged kicking and screaming through the digital ooze
They just climb higher stairs and keep looking away , like the concept of yesterday and tomorrow will eventually beat away the sorrow of the present to come undone .
A long memory is a revolutionary act we store in terror-bytes these days
Nothing gets forgotten any more
History caged in zero’s and one’s in bullet-time motion
Mechanical erections ejaculating into the stars leaving empty boxes of tissues in orbit.