The Prophet in the Last Days

I don’t know how to be at peace this
Side of the grave
Plus
I don’t know what happens
Over there

Everything I’ve tried has
Collapsed
Or imploded into war

It doesn’t help that I’m poor
Disabled
Older

All good reasons for society to render me
Invisible

What do I deserve
But nothing
Even less

Patronized at best
Cheated some
More
At worst

Well
Killed
At worst
I guess
Though it can happen by small
Accumulating
Wounds
As is

What shall I do
Who may I be

Where is the substance for the inside and
The outside
Which
I may not know and certainly not have to
Taste and see
Before the end

And so live
Frustrated
Hurt
The bleeding never over
And never having anything like
Peace prevailed

C L Couch


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