Belly of the Beast

Belly of the Beast                     11/28/2018

A metal fish

Sardines in a can

Inching down a freeway

Packed in sweat. 

Another day down

Slow as a slug

Dragging us along

Crippled by isolation. 

Three decades

In the belly

Of the beast

Diving deep,

Dark and dumb. 

Trapped in concrete

With two sets of rules

One for them

And one for us. 

Time crawls

And time flies

Some above

And many below.

And who are we

The ancient

And the forgotten

Long ago lost

And wandering. 

Atomized

Across distance

We suffer in silence

Always searching

But seldom found. 

Alone in the world

Of half truths

And deliberate lies

Dumbing us down

Sheep for the slaughter. 

I also

Followed the path

Hated by true enemies

But cut in half

By false friends. 

Nothing lasts forever

Inching ever closer

To what has already happened

Written in our hearts

The beginning

And the end.