She staggers in her stride
presenting those wounds inflicted
despite her serene brain
and the compassion she’s offered
blindly, without judgment.
To witnesses gathered
at the apogee of dissent
she lurks like a mirage
broken by the wants of pronto
gleaming in vivacious color
infections of the mind
conjured by committees of greed
seeking to twist instinct
once noble in rugged function
long since forgiven now.
Duality prospers
in this world crammed with illusion
until morality becomes
nothing but a campaign
urging a purge of pure
in celebration of
bacterial supremacy
like a fist slamming flat
the nobler instincts of being
for meaningless profit.
In the vacant clamor
of a decomposing brainstem
once can sense the whispers
common to all living creatures
imploring a release
from Babylon’s campaign
culling with ambivalent woe,
scientific deceit,
and devastating disorder
until sanity rules.
Welcome back John - your slams against a disintegrating society caught in the jaws of "meaningless profit" are potent and filled with admirable imagery.