Year Zero P.11 (2021) Poem by DM W

Buyers and sellers,
Like parasites, endlessly
Feed off each other.
Maddening modern day loops;
Vaccines for virus:
Recycled fashions, glossy
Future shocks, fractured
Images and texts. Day-Glo
Dreams punctuate these
Faux reinventions. Alas,
Once potent centres
Of meaning are now missing:
No rich, biblical
Content or cadence only
Constant palaver:
Half - baked notions; badly expressed.
O anything goes!
We wander desperately
Through virtual worlds;
Through unknown territories.
Fragmentary glitches,
And high tech terrorism,
Permeate systems.
Begin again: Year Zero.