Poetry: Todd westcott

IN JUSTICE
​
So, the rains return
and your kind cries
violence
 
And before?
Silence,
though the downpour
is well established
 
The heavens turn ominous,
a heroic
chorus
with a prescience
like the sea,
minor continental dominance
 
Bourne apart
by the wind's
timelessness,
the inherent consequence
of a delivery
from a post-modern Prometheus
 
You manufacture ignorance &
umbrellas
and tell us:
we won’t tolerate defiance.
Liars.
 
This atmosphere is
a shared inheritance
and it will drown us,
regardless of identifiers,
like justice
 
while you ramble
a vain, competitive excuse,
tittle on TV
and salute
a noose
 
Your prodigious memory
fails the burden of proof;
it’s a bogus note
in the deluge of this
precipitating symphony--
 
your sycophancy a song
made for silicon,
but such an apparatus fails in resilience
when the floods last
generations.

Todd Westcott is a single node in the ganglia of fourth dimensional consciousness. He does what he can to live sensibly with those who came before and those who will come after on Turtle Island. He’s published constantly on facebook. He lives and works in a fury.