Sunsets on humanity

Uncomfortable truths, when we tell lies to ourselves with reckless abandon… prose tendered in reflection:

As the sun sets
on our humanity…
logjam in
the supply chain,
no one daring
to care…

to drown
in the semantics…
the middle passages
of corporate vassalage,
the dashing
of passions
on the jagged rocks
of repetition…
on the condition
that we grow
smitten with
the contradictions
of telling lies
to ourselves
by way
of illuminated screens…
of an hour
45 minute commutes
to sit in barren workspaces –
cussing on roadways bellowing,
whoa is me!

Teams meeting,
beckoning,
is this the final reckoning?

Everyone is talking…
during class… while living,
no lessons
being begetted
just foolishness,
spreading
no foundation
for kindness
or serving others
exploitation is the
rule of thumb…
things that
make you go
hummm?
Or numb… higher propensity
to pour a cup
of rum…
what of this
that I speak? About
this human experiment…
has burst
a leak.

A live reading of the piece with water as the chaser.

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