There Is A Crime Poem by Thomas Case

There is a crime that
goes beyond denunciation.
There is a sorrow, a fucking
hollowness
that weeping
can't even begin to
symbolize.

There is a failure in
life
that topples and
belittles all success.

When trying to focus on
life
is like looking through
a kaleidoscope,
when sounds liquefy and
odors take shape and
waltz
to sullen night music,
life must end.

Life must end, because
a profit can no longer be
ripped from your
hands, your knowledge,
your punctuality, or your
dedication to
the machine.

Ever since I can remember,
I sensed the
randomness of it
all.
I fought against it,
I had faith, I believed.