Shrill cries from the canning factory.
Truman has been defeated! –this latest development
Comes on the heels of a blood moon,
And rain of frogs
Over Dutchess County—
All in one week.
Now, in the waning days of the empire,
We busy ourselves with trivialities:
Spending money on frivolous gifts,
Drastically changing our appearance,
Locking ourselves within a prison-house of language.
Detroit is no more.
The whir of machinery slows to a halt.
The tenement homes are scrubbed clean to make way for new victims
Of poverty and woe.
Shatter the clocks and calendars to which you are tethered!
Reclaim nature! –as thousands flock
To the wilds of Central Park.
There, baring themselves to the elements,
They make love,
And forge a new utopia
Amid the surrounding squalor and moral decay.
© Chester Sakamoto