Falling Down

the black pigeon speaks

of downfall as if he's

Tom Petty circa 1990

free-falling at thirty-two

feet per second

and are we?

are we really?

are we falling down like

Michael Douglas did

circa 1993?

maybe so,

I don't know

we are marching toward cultural death,

the kind where the European mainland

has a pair of crossed scimitars raised overhead

awaiting the dual, synced blows to the heads

of democracy and religion

a Western democratic tradition

rooted in Christian values,

or so the black pigeon might say

and it's on the verge of falling down

and unlike Michael Douglas's character,

it's not getting up again

or maybe it will

or maybe the apocalyptic dreams

of the pious men shall come true

the social justice warriors fight on

as the Christian soldiers lay down

their arms in preparation for the end

and if it was pre-ordained by a god

imagined by Calvin

goodbye to the West,

maybe it be forever remembered

as the most decadent time and place

in all of human history

cultural evolution shows no quarter

to the weak after all

they inherited the earth and

failed to protect it

Author's Note

Special thanks to KLGoode for this piece. I haven't written in who knows how long. The pessimism found some motivation today.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow. And I love love love this piece. Cultural death. Yes. Assimilation by a thousand pin pricks of well meaning ignorance.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you for the love.