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Nolan Willett Nov 2020
In their beauty, an unparalleled race
From a higher, supernatural place,
Driven to hidden, underground refuge
When mans’ cynical wars the earth deluged-
Leaving only the slightest, unclear trace.

They knew no pain, nor any suffering
And the world is darker from their leaving
And we are left to pick up the pieces,
While our own ambivalence increases,
Seeking to find a singular meaning.

You may call it naive wish fulfillment,
But I will search for reconcilement.
I will upturn the soil and the roots,
Until I may procure some lasting truce
Make amends for Ill-judged revilement

And then mankind again will have a guide
Some holy beings to gift us back our pride
What a dream, to again have dignity
To direct our kind to benignity
So we may be pulled back from the wayside

It’s all very romantic, isn’t it?
That some saviors will see us fit.
It takes the blame off us,
Makes our apathy superfluous,
Proves we are not hypocrites.

But maybe we should fix our own mistakes,
Go outside and clean our own ******* lakes,
Stop hiding behind flowery language and care
Waiting for a savior when they are rare,
Before our zeal irreversibly breaks.
Analogous, how said month name
     September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
     steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
     awash with torment,
where most twenty
     first century mortals
     oblivious to such lawlessness

     wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
     daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
     employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
     earnings them niggardly pay
     for meager nourishment,

there would be negligible
     leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
     such esoteric rubric
     as preponderance of
     ancient civilizations set precedence
     contributing to present
     without passing judgement

if in fact possessing
     aggressive curiosity hellbent
     interest and/or acutely fervent
     trenchant awareness linkedin
     with what human engineered,
     sans preceding millennial development
     events came about
     to bring the here

     and now space/
     time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
     conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
     would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
     interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during

     this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
     nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
     treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian

     (distilled from ancient Egypt,
     classical Greece, enlightened Rome
     peoples played primitive organs
     (viz, sax and violens) out across
     the then world wide web
     wrought permanent pressed

     customs within part
     ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
     millenniums later, and also asper
     among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.

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