GEN-SIS/OCIDE
 

The degree of a nation's civilization is marked by its disregard for thenecessities of existence.
                                                                                                               William SomersetMaugham

  Brothers of flesh they were
Opposing hands, and
Dogmatic sons.
Herd and protect. First shepherd.
Plough and prepare. Next farmer.
Blood purged on tiller's sweat
God forbid
Ye cursed face of Cain.
Concrete Daemon spawned.
Go-grow spread your curse
Entice, seduce, enthrall.
Engulf.

The land provides, balances numbers.
No bias toppling man's throne.
Make humble, live on the milk of nature.
Humans bring emotion
Breeding apathy;
Of the land, of the rules of the land.
Grow within the limits of the land
Age old rule
Now unread.
More people! Mother Culture cries
Multiply we reply and do
Too much
A heavy race, we are drowning
A sea of faces
Grow whispers the concrete cold-breathed
Daemon on our neck
Like a partner during love.

Our ways: inventions.
An invention around us: our machine;
Civilisation
Wear with us; come jump
Rules matter not, we make our own.
Fly with us, fly with
Our ways; a burden
Invented; a loadstone
Machine; too heavy.
Falling not flying.
Look
      Out
          Below
Not above the land
Not above the animals
Same rules as all
Follow or fall.
Stop falling and survive on the remnants of folly
As we reinvent our ways
To coincide.
Numbers are choking;
Creeping vines around the throat
Of the blind.
Enwined.
Through pursuit or relinquish
A mountain of dead will be climbed.
Mountain. Molehill.
Eyes Open!
See not the rushing ground?
 
 

Matthew Brown

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