stand beyond the veil
and look and see
there are the pale
walkers in the rain
moving through the grey
of deep and heavy day
as you note
things are changing
while remaining the same
how, we wonder,
has the world arrived
to such a place,
to such a time,
how have any survived
to bear witness?

and we would throw it all away
for a little soft comfort;
every hard earned morsel
could be tossed to the trash,
every heart stabbed through
unsuspecting and off-guard
if only for a glance, a word, a touch;
we would kill our fellow travellers
without a thought
in hopes that future despair
would cover every current absent care
because this is who we are,
apes in fine clothing
pretending to be gods.

Look into the dark,
you will see us staring back…