What do we call it?
poetry
What do we call this?
If we can only read posts
under two minutes
and the captions
from Fox News
and the mysterious
god Algorithm
Do we still
call it literacy?
If Virtue tires of
unbalanced decks
flips the chips
and goes all out
Do we still
call it civilization?
If progress slips
into a vortex
And whirls
backwards
Do we still
call it hope?
Call it hope in whispers. Way down at the bottom of the box of sins and sorrows, I believe it’s listening for its name.
Wonderful poem, Ray!
We call it idiocracy. We call it c’est la vie. We call it Lebensmüde. We dust ourselves off and keep marching. Hope or no hope.