era

an era
requires beginnings
conclusions
perhaps a denouement

let’s begin.

smoke on the water
collects above sullen waterfowl,
wings flapping, feathers
coagulated with oil slick
and timber pulp mill run off,
a process of rekindling
between natures that
is long since recognised as
false-ridden.

this dirt gathers in new ways.
the doors of leased vehicles
accumulate with filthy guilt
for those single suitors looking to
impress consumer-conscious women,
lost in their battle
for independence and adherence
to hegemonic shopping addition.

surely there are more than those
who threw down
their sickles and hammers
centuries ago and
raise their postures
above complacent kneeling
at this capitalist temple
of the market driven lifestyle.

surely there are more in this era
who reject that middle-aged men
are adding value to our street corners
by their eight year old
rekindled fort building skills.

surely there are more than us
who forfeit our rights to daily peace
in the acquiescence of taxation returns
to the benefits of these legal entities
with more sway than our
collective manifestations of distrust.

surely there are more than they
who would call for 1968-era solutions
( the full-circle development
where the rights of the romantic
era of freedom
are accepted with dignity as implementations
of the right paths to utopia. )

let’s begin,
for this era falls on my shoulders
with water-logging burden,
sweeping me into a tide of well-wishing
ideologically-free idealists
seeking the marching papers that,
followed correctly,
take us somewhere.

let’s begin.