Their Nightmares of the Dark (a poem)

Ended the blob of life
an inconvenient truth
like protoplasm salted with mindless time
destined for destruction
nothing morally speaking
the second hand spun

Cash value of consumption
better forms to wonder
of grown brains
set on a tee
golfed to neverwas
mistaken logic

Flesh in cars wrapped bags
never driven to delivery
of herniated politics
sugared and spiced
Ivy league lives
where hives wor e-winds

Darkness is all around
a hydrogen-helium star
shelves of dimension’s
mentions lost in depth
shapes, forces, atomized structures
blobs of death
conveyed to never was

A partial, phenomenological poem about abortion.