FORTHCOMING

FORTHCOMING

Superhuman compunction.

My function

Is to sometimes, stand in the corners

Of the divide.

I hide in plain sight

• Fear inoculum

Ringing in my ears

To the tears of the she -

With lost luggage.

Sometimes it’s a crime

To avoid another’s suffering

But sometimes

It’s just function.

Rolling somebody’s grandma

To the bathroom

Is indeed a good deed.

But it’s even better -

That she got to pee.

Our world is rejoicing

In its own demise.

But the good news is -

It’ll be televised.

Take a whirlwind of frantic people

• And add zombies,

The end will be nigh -

And is forthcoming.