it’s broke, so broke
I wake and feel
each day’s harsh edge
broke like torn tin
sharp and hungry
unforgiving
why so angry?
so harsh, so cruel
as if people
weren’t people
as if kindness
had no value
we want we want
it’s all we know
we take we take
it’s all we do
our circles shrink
collapse, darken
into a void
I don’t believe
in souls or gods
though I did once
a long time past
but then people
showed me their truth
and it seemed best
to believe them
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 