our bones

distant recluse / of muck-survival-lust

distant recluse
of muck-survival-lust

amid worn bones
of a flayed culture

this herd existence
is this presence

of hither and thither
placid prey in prone

to akimbo spasms neglected 
the moans like fog

low among the rungs
dense in rancor

a fixation lamentation
of sulfuric desperation 

since time immemorial
the masses are in wait

yet held down by
comfort and protection

and ordered from atop
the Alphas in harmony

with economic dictation
and totalitarian manipulation 

the transactional sacrificial
hate seeps on through

but gnawed bones and all
your choice

to peace acquiesce
zazen nonetheless


By: Trevor Kuether