ASHES

I wrote this in November 2024 after Trump's US election win, but everything is so warped now that it has acquired a timeless quality.

You know

I'd let the world burn
Where once it was my books

Where once, with eyes enclosed, I could hear rooks aperch in that row of trees

My eyes are open now, and I just see frothing morons on their knees

I really don't know when we lost our way
When we replaced sense with feeling
When violence and crudity became appealing

But I do know that, if this world and its people are going to burn;
Then I really hope those morons get their turn.