Downhill now

At some points you’ll realize it’s only a downhill

Good news is you don’t even have to fight.

It will go downhill with the humanity — no matter what.

A double-uphill battle, at least got a Sisyphusean heroic tone,

downhill from here though,

everything will be flushed along towards gravity.

You will cough a lot,

sometimes feel your ankles hurt for no reason,

sometimes a breadth will take in only half of the air you intended.

People always walk pass rudely

but you don’t yell at them and tell them to go back,

when you do they turn furiously and you laugh at nothing,

because nothing exists at your level every second as you descend into hell.

This country or the better one goes downhill,

you know a few heroes and plans won’t work.

The more slaves born, or slave owners born, whatever, doesn’t stop the plantation from being tilled.

Or they all die, then the plantation gets worked on by passers —

who will celebrate their first slave, before the December snow, before a cozy fireplace.

And your families become irrelevant and stranger, as slaves have transformed their master.

And the raven you do acknowledge now — you watch tornado with excitement, the raven rides the great tides off into the ocean.

If your coworkers start to notice,

you know gleefully that

They only notice a fragile but determined and incisive ghost when they fucked up too.