Something's Wrong

I tell you

something's off,

wrong

in the way we are in this world.

Can't you see it

in

the artless uni-visions,

erasing diverse ontologies?

Can't you hear it

in

the pregnant lies,

birthing foul songs of woe?

Can't you taste it

in

the blood,

running free from blows-

one steady fist upon face?

Can't you smell it

in

the misfits' flesh

roasting from righteous indignation?

Can't you feel it

in

the untold wounds,

emptying our souls?

Can't you sense it

in

the hope cries,

vacating our indifference?

Something's off,

I tell you,

in this day-2-night of the living death about us.

Something's wrong,

I tell you,

this heart knows.