An ordered decomposition,
Erosion by acculturated violence,
Tight-lipped teens crying 44 calibre tears
At the walls of their dearly purchased prisons.
The division of the invisible dollar
Sprouts little Stalins from the raw, cold earth,
Flecks of bloody mud in their moustaches,
Dead roots and dead ends tangled in their close-cropped hair.
Digital revolutionaries pace up & down
The hairy, distended guts of bedbound banks
Carrying limp signs & political party platforms
Condensed into dull 140 character slogans.
The simple has been simplified,
Chewed down & mashed up
For gnashing, sparkling fluoride teeth
Of the swollen Cyber Leviathan.
Cameras keep their black oil apertures
Trained unwaveringly on dying fires & past star deaths.
Smog rises in thick obsidian pillars
Choking the last few cancer-ridden voices of organic resistance.
Democratic ants armed with computers, smart phones & opinions
Fight skirmishes over tarnished scraps of idealist ideology,
As the invisible monster wraps its tentacles around the bare throats of the poor
& squeezes tighter, & tighter, until there’s nothing left but late apologies
& smoke occupied graveyards.
–Jack Blare, People & Concrete (2015)