Prologue to an Untimely End

It is not fatalistic to be concerned
When you have just been thrown from a plane
Without being offered a parachute

The labyrinth of boredom
Redesigns us into sophisticated infants

In this hour catastrophes atrophy
Into a mass email sent with an apostrophe
Between identity and our plural form

We are all amputees in this housing arrangement
Bewildered bewitched and belittled
Benignly bellowing anthems that
Double as pre-recorded funeral dirges

Please return us to the manufacturer
The branding iron scolds our intestines until
Numbness rolls over us in waves of
Economic theories
We are not meant to comprehend

We have contructed a blender to
Puree our expectations in a last ditch effort
To forgive ourselves for being complacent
Complicit in the great golden surrender

At least feed us to lions who promise to love us
As our neighborhood expands into
Tangential soft drinks swilled pompously
During these most ardent winter mornings