current.

(or, '2011')

the world shatters a little more today,

falling
one tyrant at a time
against a stark backdrop of the
mobilized masses marching
for bread and bullets and blood,

crumbling
as tremors and typhoon gales
like rib-thin mares devour livelihoods
the tramping of their iron hooves
echoing in the tears that trail behind,

heaving
violently with every battered sign
and bloody silent soldier screaming
"somebody save us from ourselves
and soon,"

and as I watch, I am transfixed
momentarily
gripping tighter

the mocha latte in my hand growing cold as
the apathy of unfamiliarity and
the absence of empathy's smoldering coals
distilling into shrill pinprick scintillations

the images that swim
past the blazing screen.