TUMULTUARY

it never really happened

fucked
demonstrably, permanently, irreversibly, actually
fucked

fuck you, i’m not being bleak, this is real,
yet, my empathy feels artifice, my gums flap grotesquely, i am paralyzed from the neck down,
i blabber about yesterday and do nothing about today

just outside, my neighbor lies bleeding, shot in the street by neo gestapo
fucking noise, noise, noise
i drown out by incessantly bleating pessimistic protests that protests are pointless
i don’t want to lose my job, i squelch
sucking the engorged tit of corruption

i’m a fraud, ideologically homeless
i inhabit native land and decry the imperialist
i order poster-board on prime day while the driver pisses in a single-use plastic bottle
i organize a protest on facebook
i am the critic of capitalism complaining about my lack of capital

i am a rock in a meadow, gathering moss i’ll never shed, decomposing over millennia,
yet witness to the cyclical growth and decay of many great trees
monolithic giants which seemed to break through the myopia canopy i can’t see past,
only for neanderthal men to burn its testimony, scoff, and proclaim,
it never really happened