* DARK AGE *
~ A free verse poem by Russ Allison Loar ~
Can I do anything with a word when the world is sparking
through wires and cables and atmosphere crackling on screens
drawing current from electrochemical Homo sapiens?
Can I do anything with a word when the chemicals come so easy
and hit so hard and run so fast and shoot so high and last so long?
Can I do anything with a word when art is for intellectuals
and commoners are jettisoned to their easy pulp?
Can I find a word that will cut through meanness
and shame power lust and inspire the meek
and disable the unjust and pull the disguise off everyday life?
What can I do when I am tortured by the mind
and bleeding from the heart and enslaved by the logical
and brainwashed by the desirable and distracted by discourse
and people are dying in droves and killing is a political option
and this is the real world and Jesus has already come and gone
and the kind-hearted are cheated and the vicious are prosperous
and I am honest by accident and duplicitous by nature
and into the night I lie awake searching for a word?
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