it’s complicated

Beyond your view of a worthwhile

profitable life, here is mine:

spilling grids of right and light

around the entire globe

night after night

every minute of the day.

Like the witches in world wars

I bleed my earthy soul

transfuse this tragic timeline

try to make it heal.

In the dark, silence is free of you.

Your wretched fallibility

and greed gone viral

cannot touch me in this cloak

though I may yet have to let it fall.

art: susan seddon boulet