Congratulations! Your support has been successfully sent to the author
avatar
In Times of Great Evil

In Times of Great Evil

Published Jan 3, 2024 Updated Jan 3, 2024 Culture
time 2 min
1
Love
0
Solidarity
0
Wow
thumb 0 comments
lecture 240 readings
2
reactions

You cannot read any more publications this month without being logged in.


To enjoy unlimited access and take full advantage of new features, log in or create an account by clicking below. It's free! Log in

In Times of Great Evil

We sit in times of great evil,

blinking,

trying something,

we cannot,

in times of great evil you cannot,

you have to learn how to breathe again,

with a different organ,

or how,

the suffocatingly thin air.

 

We sit in times of great evil,

 

moth-eaten tanning beds in hailstorms,

X-Box controllers on the ocean floor,

trash cans full of edible leftovers,

 

and we measure things,

how much we’ve become time itself,

how high the mud is,

who’s at fault,

and for what,

can we dream and how big,

 

while the hero

gets hit with frying pans

by self-exonerated black-belts

on his mortifying, life-or-death head.

 

We’re not any different,

just a different table,

 

and it’s not all that great a joy that we’ve at least

reached

this table

with our minds,

on the contrary

lecture 240 readings
thumb 0 comments
2
reactions

You cannot read any more publications this month without being logged in.


To enjoy unlimited access and take full advantage of new features, log in or create an account by clicking below. It's free! Log in

Comments (0)

You must be logged in to comment Sign in

Are you enjoying reading on Panodyssey?
Support their independent writers!

Prolong your journey in this universe Culture
Evangéliser
Evangéliser

Un mot d'un dictionnaire, ma définition, votre sourire, ma joieA force...

Bernard Ducosson
1 min
Queer ? Qui es-tu ?
Queer ? Qui es-tu ?

Queer ? Qui es-tu ? Fin XIXe en GB, Le mot « queer » est un m...

Sandrine Aragon
9 min
Mathusalem
Mathusalem

Un mot d'un dictionnaire, ma définition, votre sourire, ma joieL'autre nom d'un divin vieux aya...

Bernard Ducosson
1 min
Jour 167
Jour 167

Les dieux meurent quand l'Homme cesse d’y croire et l'Homme meurt tant qu'il continue d'y croire.

Franck Labat
1 min

donate You can support your favorite writers

promo

Download the Panodyssey mobile app