Eve of Destruction

We have seen every ghastly act and recorded it. Yet more grisly deeds yellow in archives waiting to be resuscitated and refined. Tyrannosaurus Rex awakes in a drop of amber, takes a gander, decides to go extinct. A Dark Net spreads like arsenic and syrup. Cell phones retweet daily holocausts over donuts. Evil has friends on Facebook. The commonplace entertains the unspeakable as if it were merely an eccentric uncle. The unborn and the born are culled, Plague businesses thrive. There are killings on the market, viral wars burst spiky eruptions of emojis. Slave traders operate from strip-malls owned by chauffeured demons, while journalists huddle in their alabaster cities undimmed by human tears. Pandemonium is the addiction of choice and the eyes of those in power glitter in the clear blue sky-dreams of both the heartless and the homeless. Drugged you are America, soon to be sold on an auction block of your own drugged choosing. We once sang for you America, O Beautiful America.