Strain the Edge

Strain the edge and history collapses
as the mesh of connections fray
like winter ice breaking away.

A deluge has drenched us year after year
our memory is cluttered with crap,
with sale pitches and propaganda,
beliefs instead of fact.
Facts  seem pushed to the edge
by everyone with different views.

Beleaguered or bewitched we doubt
the facts, the containing edge gone
we don’t know where we are,
unbounded now by reality.

Our winter is now confused
not knowing hot or cold
bouncing from one to the other.
as it never did before.

Our planets history tells us why,
sadly. / why our future is grim;
but this truth is obscured now
by noise, by dumb opinion,
and dire rampant greed.

Kent Bowker    1/20/14