Pandemonic

Pandemic
pandemonium
A crisis by any other name
would still smell like grief
Did we ask for this?
Careless and cavalier
disregard the wisdom
of the ones who knew
and the ones who know how
not to turn the lights off
on the world
as we know it
We've learned nothing
from the past
Maybe it's because
the lessons were not passed
from their plagued
lips to our ears
We're throwing back
these days
to fascism
the Great Depression
Sinking stocks
squandering supplies
When the course
of rescue
is chartered by the wealthy
and the wicked
safe harbored
with nothing to lose
the rest of us
have nothing
left to choose.

Freight train

In the event
my heart should cease

its 78 beats per minute

percussion to life

I hope you know

I cherish 

the image

of you 

in repose

lost in thought
Arms over your head
I imagine

keeping time

to the tune of freight trains 

in the distance

barreling toward each other

on separate tracks
at 40 beats per minute

like I did you.