frigid homeless shivering on Bank of America’s front porch step
propped up by oligarchic investors and solipsistic one-percenters
and we pass by in apathetic self-absorption
we are brainless enraptured by smartphones while the State bombs our neighbors
mutilating children sowing seeds of terror with every abuse of power
we convince ourselves that there's an afterlife and raze Earth as we raise hell
the only home we’re guaranteed infinite growth in a finite world consuming joylessly
inculcated inane and vain beyond all measure
we’ve ravaged the planet we will all die
alone
As I walked through the streets of Orlando on the way back to my car after a show, I saw a homeless man sprawled out beneath the awning of a Bank of America. This poem is dedicated to him.