Magpies of Meaning
here we are
at the end of the world
trading various buyoant scraps
like virtual lifejackets on a sinking ship
worn in magical hope of preventing the inevitable
we construct a moment to momentary armor
a hasty assembleage of amalgumated assignations
adopted, adapted
at the speed of someone's else's worldview war
using whatever schema works
in the moment
to pull us through
to see us safely through
protective talismans gathered against the unthinkable
formed hurridly into desperately scavenged frameworks of understanding
hacking our frail biology into submission
we don't need it where we are going:
nowhere
individually helpless through exeptionalism
collectively anemic, amnesic, amoral through isolation
rechristened as individualism
an atomized solidarity of sacrifices:
to the technological god of new
to the hungry god of more
to the nihlistic god of death
to the delusional god of delirum
to the chance god of fate
these temporary structures of ideas
gird a ponderous heft,
a hulking composite
of accumulated cognitive possessions
memories of what was once was permanent
clung to as if it is a single rock
precariously piled as these pretties usually are
as the homeless are wont to do
hoarding normalcy
in the face of chaos
with no place to put it
but a virtual shopping cart
