BLOODIED, DISEMBOWELED
fiasco strains
unable to merge
unable to change
cycling now
back into view;
nothing is achieved,
nothing completed,
over and over again
how do these dates
return like this?
we are always
so unprepared
and react with shock
that there is need
and fresh demand
pressed in our face
these actions planned
for months, for years,
yet don't attain
that mundane form
which is all that counts
in machine worlds
so grey and empty,
so cold and vile
we are so broken
and out of synch;
this race defines us alien,
and we are so apart
but without isolation
to avoid these edges
without defense
against their attacks
what was once a battle
is now butchery,
with uncaring hordes
descending on us,
insane sleeping mobs
armed with cruel blades
to rend and to sever,
gouge and excise
- Brendan Tripp
04/08/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp