words

Old men, so terribly afraid
They lean forward and turn the volume up
Their loud and angry thoughts overlap
With the cable network news master’s

Old men so close to the end
They chase the scent of blood like Aztecs
Believing that power rests at the heart of violence
Undoing the only way forward

Old men so hardened by time and yet
So fragile to any and all challenges
Against their phallocentric egos
Impotent to the raging truth of time

Old men so blinded by their singular vulnerability
They must band together like barnacles
Sucking at life’s erosive corners
While proudly growing senile
At the expense of their precious seeding,
The earth overrun and undone
By old men with too much time left

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