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"The Golden Age" (Poem)

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The Golden Age


They call this

the golden age.


Technology—techne from the Greeks—

in full thrive, humanity at its peak. We are

the survivors. The dawn of the fittest.

We have no fear: we claw, we kill, we progress.

We are the children of progress.

Weed out the weak, wreak war, wreak havoc. Apocalypse now. We are the survivors.

Cocaine screen addictions, numb

to the spasms. Euphoric life overdose.

Pool parties—James Gatz. High bodhi count.

Mind Aristotle—mind your own business.

Here we progress.

Here we progress.

Here we progress.


25 June 1940.

“[The] most glorious victory

of all time.” - Adolf Hitler


They called that the golden age.

Remember the

progress.


We are the survivors.


(Published in The Dazed Starling, 6th Edition)


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