I know you never intended to be in this kind of world
everyone hopes that their time will be very precedented
everyone hopes for normalcy
stability
community
to go to work and to come home
and to eat their dinner with a fork and a knife
and not be filled with dread for all that happens on the other side of their front door
but these are not those times
all of existence is swelling and pushing like a bloated pile of flesh
desperate to move in a direction
whatever that may be
we do not have the luxury of ignoring its many piercing eyes
peeking in through our windows
we cannot block out the gurgling moans
pouring out from deep within its putrid mass
through the rotting teeth of its many mouths
we the people
whether directly or indirectly
have created this bulbous flesh monster
with our greed and our consumerism
our jealousy and envy
our dogmas
our inability to accept and meet one another
where we’re at and as we are
and the cells multiplied rapidly
engorging themselves on our hatred
apathy
complacency
it’s on our doorstep now
can you hear it?
can you hear the squelching?
the groans from echoing from our monster?
you didn’t intend to be in this world with this responsibility
but you’re here all the same
what will you do about the flesh monster at your door?