THE SIGNS WERE ALWAYS THERE

THE SIGNS WERE ALWAYS THERE

the signs
were always there

freaky fractals spiralling
out of control now
turning
    all and sundry deadly
dystopian

how might we avoid
all that predetermines
a future so dire

was thinking tapestry but
the cloth tore
    got shredded and now
we must live as
part of
a patchwork, bleak
winter tragedy

luxury liner-ing away
but all that
was scuttled and we
are clinging to lifeboats

survival here dictated
by exigencies of class

the water a green brown
emulsion, putrid
oily

  who knows what creature
mutations now face us
things having
    to change to survive

crazy as it sounds I
still have space for laughter

I hear it
gurgling
    from gullet to
mouth tones there both
of bitter
   contempt and tragic
appreciation

pull it apart
     dissect it piece by piece
in furtherance
of analysis

nothing in truth
there new to learn
   the signs were always there