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The ingredients to the fuse-to-nowhere
include a visceral knowledge
that the history angel follows,
an ability to endure suffering and sacrifice,
and the need for distraction that Ss provide.
Once lit, few inside
the snow-globe for industry captains
close eyes, cover ears,
or duck behind money,
the one place for no need.
Outside, in the terminal exclusion zone
the ill, bothersome, and elderly,
any movers or shakers
hide in basements, invisible still:
chatter, chatter, chatter.
The S.S. Powder Keg bustles with commerce
when setting sail each morning.
And the moonlight hissing
quickly turns into Zs in boroughs and slums.
Two-stroke engines produce / consume,
produce / consume,
propel both worlds while manufacturing
ignorance and brutality.
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[M]ankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by
abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. - Declaration of Independence
A civic low pressure exhales hello;
shocks in the news beat empathy
from a heart;
a commute extracts enough bile
to drown a town:
The ideal survives on life support.
Outside the hospital,
fear swings a bauble on a chain,
and, going through motions,
workers run among jobs
in order to eat or pay rent.
Alarm muffles to good riddance
in a pillow to make way for traffic.
Cynics fill stadiums with the blame game
while obese desires grow vicious at supermarkets.
The creators and maintenance personnel
for group-think go about business
not taking any coercive advice fed to minions
(who don't earn millions).
The ill-health that ensconces
a broadcaster for public relation clients
kills the bitter and sweet lodgers
one-at-a-time, each staring at a wall in a room.
