The Dread We Have Made Together
by Notty Bumbo, 2016
There is a paralysis setting in,
Decay of essential memories,
A breakdown of all breakthroughs,
Time crawling like a bug on skin.
There is a poison in the system,
A dread of uncertain locus.
No one blames everyone
For what each of us fears is at the door.
When the tissues are sussed apart,
There will be yet further confusion.
No postmortem can be conclusive,
Nor rule out false idols exerting undue.
Anxious enemies cannot be reconciled,
Separated beyond repair or promises,
All former alliances are suspect.
Dreams are now permanently disrupted.
I would not hazard a guess,
A roadway leading nowhere,
The bridges are out to lunch
For an afternoon of imminent disaster.
This is where we've come undone.
All the dead King's horses
Have escaped the barn,
Free to be themselves at last.