Those who l

believe Chance
and
those who
Know the Lie.
 
Will it remain
Us vs Them 
after winters
with red snow?
 
after the power grid
succeeds from union?
 
after pretty words
go unheard over gunfire
and “Reason”?
 
I dread
baited breathing
by concealed lanterns,
gaiter-chic,
all the meek picked clean
by teeth
of dogs and 
subscribers to mystique 
of someday-soon
anarchic bands
 
and how we poets sit,
tell ourselves we see through veils,
littering into wish wells
wasting today while
wasting away 
 
but let’s not associate 
if you believe in
reason
and I believe 
his mate