Salt and Iron

The glamour of the modern world is peeling off.

Chips in the paint reveal untold histories
That were there all along.

Soaked
In
Blood

And the justifications are spun in the systems of…

(even the script of interconnectedness feels sold-out)

Older generations will have to say they once believed in the Market.

Told their kids to “succeed”

I remember posh houses
With umbrella holders
Made of elephant’s feet.

The whole world is made of elephant’s feet.
Shiny shame
Once beautiful & wild

Signals of showy gore.
Enough
Now.

-nbateson