Look Closely... Poem by DM W

Look closely at the
wider world which surrounds you.
These paralysed streets
hide a multitude of sins.
That burnt, black foetus
signifies Time's poisoned womb.
No rebirth in spring
only death's frosted fragments.
The raw slabs of flesh
and bone: futile connections
in the sordid night;
emotional ties severed.
Ken humps Barbie doll.
Lust is conflated with love.
There is no hope, not
a glimmer. No longer can
one speak of the warm
progress under stars. A marked
decline globally,
in every possible way,
means that the future
is a chasm. All we can
do is close the blinds
and put out the lights and then
we can all pray for
healing April rain to wash
away the sickness.
Until it re-emerges
with a vengeance, as it
surely must given
the current lay of the land.