Sinkhole

Sinkhole   12/30/2013

I dropped my head

Into the sink

And spit the water out

Blood and water

Acid and bile.

This is the world

And this is how it tastes

Leaving us with nothing

But blood and terror. 

The sun has flipped over

And the cycle has run its course

But only the wise understand

The ripening of time.

We all hang low on the tree

Overly ripe and heavy

All because we hide our faces

And look the other way. 

There is more than enough proof

To see where we are headed

But never do we learn

And never do we speak. 

Every day there is more

And we wonder and we stare

Grown accustomed to hatred

And institutionalized tyranny. 

Others have seen the beast

And others have been crushed

While many stood bye

Quiet, deaf, and dumb.

The last time

Is not this time

But even though the faces change

Death remains just as savage

And more mechanical than ever.

We circle the drain

With arms and legs

More than able to climb out

And escape. 

But who has the courage

To live by their word

Facing down iniquity

Without fear or apology. 

Yes there is a war

But not the one you hear about

Insidious and methodical

And waged against ourselves.

You can either go down

Or you can stand up

Just like yesterday,

Today, and tomorrow.

I raise my head

And I trudge off to work

More myself than ever

Imperfect, but true.

If you wait for the perfect time

Then it will never come

Because it’s always better to fail

Than it is to wait.

Love itself calls us

To care about tomorrow

Even if we are gone

The seeds spread outwards.

Our circles spread out

And reach far

Either for good

Or for evil.

If not for us

Then it is for them

That we are ready

To rise and protect

Again and again and again.