Consumed

Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice,
although it bears our future doom.
Today we constantly consume
while spirits fade, cadaverous.
Today we constantly consume
to try and sate our avarice.

Present

We rush through
a tinderbox world 
with an armload of matches
as the wind picks up

Skies darken
lightning flashes
but no rain falls

Ignorance and Want
follow us
track us
trace our steps
drawing ever closer

Then high above
the vultures begin to circle
and all our bad victories
catch in our throats

 

These 55 words are woefully late for Joy’s FF55 at Verse Escape.