Discordant Times: ( July 20th, 2022)

I sense this sunset
will mark our final decline.
I can barely hear
Nature's green rhythms, amidst
the cacophony,
of abrupt machinery.
And these days, the heat
is often overwhelming.
I am normally
not prone to superstition,
but 13 people
have drowned in the last 13 days.
Badly wounded flesh
of wasted moments and
empty promises,
reveals fractured bones of Time.
They cannot be healed.
The hard centre of things is
now missing. All we
can do is switch off our screens
then just lie here and
wait for the Second Coming.
I say this with tongue
firmly in cheek. For I feel
much better, since I
finally gave up on hope.