Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

Doxed

 

Malicious intent, per publicizing private data, often dismantles atheneums,

Frequently undermines the ecological harmony of governments’ “checks

And balances,” remains notorious for replacing truth with word salad.

 

In most “domesticated” groups of people, it’s leaders who shuffle secrets to

Boidems, hide stained bedsheets from second-rate media, concurrently

Whistle dixie when polls point out their popularity’s tumbling.

 

Modernity would be less remarkable if ethologists turned their cameras

Toward humans. After all, kisugi’s only valuable when our original

Vessels become appreciated by the persons rehoming them.

 

 

 

 

 

Janky Advice

 

In a better world, perhaps, the multitudes will impugn all

Manner of pandering, will fill their mental punnets with truth

Plus its adjuncts. Our present reality, contrariwise, espouses no

Ecosophy, offers up few sunlit vistas into conviction’s emanations.

 

Poor quality, unreliable motes tend to naff off ethical souls.

As well, such expressions sit awkwardly with pious sorts who

Repudiate them. It’s merely the great unwashed who cling to word

Salads taken from literary founts regrettably resembling yak shavings.

 

For us, there’s only ennui and weltschmerz, just polemizing

About known veracities. We protest authenticity’s impenetrability,

Whine how philosophical armistices won’t ever accomplish illuminating

Antinomy, and bark that worshipping bookish postulates bests asphyxiating.

 

 

 

 

 

At Day’s End

 

At day’s end, somewhere between dusk plus nightfall,

When lies slip away to reveal select pinpoints of truth

Otherwise obscured by the comfort of practiced words,

Coldness sets in.

 

After dawn births, following a great span illuminated

Only by stars, maybe the moon, certainly chilled skies,

Corporal overspreads of dimness, shadowy gambolling,

We realize, indeed, what’s meaningless.

 

See, it’s during daylight, once flora blossom & fauna

Clamor, the moment intergenerational struggles surge,

That increase, regeneration, verity grapple, over again

To irradiate all that’s bogus.

 

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