I
They sold our system,
They sold our system
The newsprint headline screams
a vocalization tearing silence,
the declaration of our final
selling price to the universal
problem solver: corporation money;
and we have been sold, or so
I forsee in a dangerous near
future; a vision in my lonely
corner, flying home to spread the word after word after word
after word,
As I said, a declaration.
II
But this is then, and that was now,
and in then, the past, the ever present
and always fleeting seconds past,
we sell ourselves for solitude,
solicitation for silence, an enclosure,
glorious loneliness amonst the CROWD,
we only wish to quit the overbearing
social presence, but at a loss for words
we panic, reaching what is true in need
but never anticipated.
III
And perhaps the anticipation
of the then/now sequence is all man has
left
all man can claim in superiority to the companion species
a world over; its only nervous preoccuptaion
on what is happening in the then
moment and what has yet to happen now-the future
for now truly will never come, no
matter the wait, and thus the future becomes
obsolete and what have we to hope for,
if the soon to be has become the is, and
once was is happening day in, day out
with no future what can our solitude bring us?
So forlorn now, having read my headline
man has only to wait for the great leadrs
to sell outselves to the universal corporation:
law-free, tax-free, exemption examplification
of god's true plan: Anarchy,
but always at, and for, a price.