New Year

Have you told them, yet –
your boy or your girl
that we’re born to death

Your nephew or niece
We are slaughtering apes
who will never know peace

Your granddaughter grandson
that they’re dying by seconds
and that fairytale “Son”

Isn’t coming

Have you told them, why –
that schoolchildren’s books
necessarily lie

That learning’s not meaning
black holes sucking spewing
‘life is but’ dreaming

Have you comforted them
when you know no comfort
and the god you invent

Isn’t coming

And ‘born to run’
that whirligig song
of romance and fun

Is a lie.

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