For Timon (2021-22)

The arrows of Apollo have been flying for eighteen months.
No sun was seen last September in San Francisco.
In Rio, a river of tears has surpassed the Amazon.
In India, Shiva’s mother can’t buy enough oxygen.

Brother is bleeding after arrest.
Sister is spat on for her eyes.
We all awoke, but from different dreams.
White male promises, taken too seriously.

Student slaves battle in empty arenas.
Everyone keeps taking strikes.
There are no base hits now,
Only homers and outs.

Who didn’t cry in the shower some days?
Who wasn’t tightly circumspected?
What father didn’t regret his sires?
What’s with all the languishing?

Say goodbye to the elderly.
Subordinate the orderly.
Suborn the perjurer.
Misrule ruffshods!

A school board is treated like children.
A nightly sicko enrages the sad.
The democracy is too worried.
The republic, too mad.

Are these the days of diminishing?
Have we reached peak oil?
Or is the future sideways?
Is our story a spiral?

My fatigues have burned out.
We never signed up for this war.
Our neutrality is no longer respected.
So just let the science lead the way!