May 25, 2020

Try, Try Again

That's all good and well, if you think you know
                                        what success looks like,
but this just looks like death by succession,
one pathetic moment after another.

It is worse than pointless, this metamorphosis
                                        to outright blood sacrifice.
We burned through the trust fund of aeons,
manic spendthrifts touting our own efficiency.

No doubt, we made short work of it, and this is
                                        what success looks like.
Now, submitting to wayward appetite grown
insatiable, some prehistoric infant reptile, found,

demands ever more and more as time progresses–
                                        redder and redder meat –
we have mortgaged our own futures and those
of our children, and their successors, if any,

to feed this beast. We have succeeded, indeed,
                                        in offering up our young
in our stead, not knowing our place or ourselves,
becoming usurpers of usufruct, lacking practice in

                                        perpetual success.