Year Zero P.1: (2021) Poem by DM W

The seasoned flowers
Of Truth are now withering,
As malignant time
Pours through the cracked glass of
People's lives. Apes and
Clowns roam vast, virtual worlds
And destroy angels.
Wave after wave of garish
Images and sounds,
Currently contaminate,
Sacred consciousness.
Automated voices drone
On and on. O can
The profound silence beloved
By all the sages,
In former ages, ever
Be rediscovered?
Alas, it seems unlikely.
There are no more guides
And no more sweet miracles
Left to redeem these
'All too human' crucibles.