A Brief Meditation on the Collapse of Western Civilization

What's left, anyway, Davis? Shit; wreckage and drift
And all of this grasping at straws that others already
Have sucked. Our boat's on the rocks. Let's call it
Enlightenment. Everyone off! Into the sea! For a buck
I would slay you, and then pay that buck to a guy
With a book which will tell me I've done what I should,
And that you deserved to die. That's all that I want.
I'm looking for certainty. Jesus, we're far from
The beach.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-15 at 13:12

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