AN ODE TO THE CENTURY PAST

In Memory of Victims of the 20th Century

That was the age of despair, disrepair

but this is now, the New Utopia.

That was the time when we killed off our muses

throwing their remains to the ravenous dogs.

Our innocence disembowelled, our hopes quartered

with five hollow-point bullets on that cold december night.

When six million replaced six six six as the accursed number

of all eternity and

six million nameless faces, six million faceless names

were extinguished for that greatest crime of all -

Existence.

But this is now, the Neo-Utopia.

That was the age of despair, disrepair

When raven-black sun

threw rays of shadow upon the earth and

giant bullfrogs ate pygmy antelopes

hooves, bones and all.

But still we fought on, hoping for meaning to appear

yet when it arrived, it was only in our dreams

dissipating as soon as we awoke and tried to grab at its

gossamer threads with our crude, clumsy hands.

And this is now, the Last Utopia.