Who Knows

Poetry 26

"It's a gross misrepresentation," I said

Shushed as they ushered me to the back of the plane

where none of it matters anyway

as long as the bathroom works

for the jerks in first class

shooting fireworks from their ass

Is that a legacy worth leaving?

Bereaved parents left in trances

unmet glances on the subway train

"Sorry for your loss," no one in particular mumbles

a guilty look on their face as if somehow

responsible for the death of the child

But the meetings are scheduled with important clients

intent on buying the land we're living on

so they can sell it back at higher prices

Fleece the middle man, fuck the rest

"Trust the process," they say from inside the system

benefitting from any outcome, eventually

Selfish fucks

Why don't you click your heels and reverse the clocks?

Because time isn't meant to be broken, unlike promises

"Shove it up your ass," we say

but they can outwait the rage and pain

Every stage, they have the upper hand

landing blows without raising a fist like a psychic

delivering right hooks to the brainpan

How many will crucify them when they can?

Is it the same symbolism if they deserve it?

I'm no expert

How long is a poem supposed to be?

Did Poe only write endless when he was feeling the buzz?

How will I know when enough is enough?