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Dinosauria, We (blue man)

Dinosauria, We

by Charles Bukowski

  

Born like this

Into this

As the chalk faces smile

As Mrs. Death laughs

As the ele­va­tors break

As polit­i­cal land­scapes dis­solve

As the super­mar­ket bag boy holds a col­lege degree

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey

As the sun is masked

We are

Born like this

Into this

Into these care­fully mad wars

Into the sight of bro­ken fac­tory win­dows of empti­ness

Into bars where peo­ple no longer speak to each other

Into fist fights that end as shoot­ings and knif­ings

Born into this

Into hos­pi­tals which are so expen­sive that it’s cheaper to die

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a coun­try where the jails are full and the mad­houses closed

Into a place where the masses ele­vate fools into rich heroes

Born into this

Walk­ing and liv­ing through this

Dying because of this

Muted because of this

Cas­trated

Debauched

Dis­in­her­ited

Because of this

Fooled by this

Used by this

Pissed on by this

Made crazy and sick by this

Made vio­lent

Made inhu­man

By this

The heart is black­ened

The fin­gers reach for the throat

The gun

The knife

The bomb

The fin­gers reach toward an unre­spon­sive god

The fin­gers reach for the bot­tle

The pill

The pow­der

We are born into this sor­row­ful dead­li­ness

We are born into a gov­ern­ment 60 years in debt

That soon will be unable to even pay the inter­est on that debt

And the banks will burn

Money will be use­less

There will be open and unpun­ished mur­der in the streets

It will be guns and rov­ing mobs

Land will be use­less

Food will become a dimin­ish­ing return

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many

Explo­sions will con­tin­u­ally shake the earth

Radi­ated robot men will stalk each other

The rich and the cho­sen will watch from space plat­forms

Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s play­ground

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night

Trees will die

All veg­e­ta­tion will die

Radi­ated men will eat the flesh of radi­ated men

The sea will be poi­soned

The lakes and rivers will van­ish

Rain will be the new gold

The rot­ting bod­ies of men and ani­mals will stink in the dark wind

The last few sur­vivors will be over­taken by new and hideous dis­eases

And the space plat­forms will be destroyed by attri­tion

The peter­ing out of sup­plies

The nat­ural effect of gen­eral decay

And there will be the most beau­ti­ful silence never heard

Born out of that.

The sun still hid­den there

Await­ing the next chapter.

  

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Taken on January 9, 2010