Mortality’s An Active Verb

Words scratch mortality’s surface
Imprint prose and poems
Many lost to indifferent time
Lost to wanton destruction
To hide unsavory truths
Of our shared inhumanity
To crush heretical insights
That might undermine
Privileged mandates
From Calvin’s God
Hindu determined castes
Monarchical utterances
As if they might save the day
Nothing saves the day
Carpe Diem