Collective Unrest

 

Five

August 22, 2018

People would rather feel right than be right.
There are people who will tell you two plus two equals five.
They believe it when they say it.
A man, fifty years old, you could set your watch by him once.
He hasn’t worked in four years.
He hasn’t looked for work in two.
A woman, lean and sallow, looks at him.
She knows less is coming in place of more.
She knows no one has any money even though things get cheaper all the time.
She knows things are so cheap now they kill us to live on them.
She knows we die expensively slow.
There is a man in the suit running for office. He tells you:
Stay in school
Work hard
Back the blue
Respect authority
What authority?
(The imaginary authority back in 1959 but I’m trying to keep this clean.)
Soon we will have a cure for cancer for all that want to live like this.
They say that God is above us, in the firmament
They say that God is beneath us, in the foundations
Whatever they say, he is not here with us.

 

Steve Passey is from Southern Alberta. He is the author of the collections Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock (Tortoise Books, 2017) and The Coachella Madrigals (Luminous Press, 2017) along with many other individual things.

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