PRIMEVAL

The general public
has been crucified
on the morning news

It was on a Tuesday
and very few bothered
to sing the blues

Cardinal treacheries awaited
in pacifist nations and
Castrated generals saluted
to shadow puppet ministrations.

Institutions who formerly avowed
active humanitarian support
had their principles degenerated
so slowly over time the economy

like the encrustation of salt
in a tropical island community,
they ruined it for me, spoonfed
moderates choking on their status-quos.

Who knows what follows
in the likes of their shoes?
Could it be each step into
their professed dream-

-a crumbled dusting in
the wake of their true path-
What is a true step anyhow,
what about across a star?

From one orbit to the next
of planet leaping stones
or one cluster of suns to
another, an intersolar brother

unfound wanted crystal
dreamed-of, precisely
imagined, a stellar chain

of nucleotides connected
through transience.

In waking awariness
unsuspecting each
other's presences

while the dense
distance breathes

in and out among
the scattered light

trails of the
suicide stars