dancing with my scythe

 i trace my bones
in the dirt 

nurture this
growing void

darkness
is the only thing
that doesn't lie

the world is running
away 
pretending
that confusion
is an acceptable
answer
to the death of
humanity

Vermont has given up
on contract tracing in
the schools

my daughter
is still believing
in this bullshit reality
that is told to her
by everyone but me

i know where this is 
going

where have you been
my friend?

i am right here
dancing with my scythe
you can see me
so i spare you

each day is a gamble
each day i wrap myself
in the dark unknown
 i already know
the future
kneeling on broken glass
sharp stars in my eyes

in the dark 
i offer my tears

gonna get drunk
and dance with the 
minotaur that hangs out
in the basement of my mind

we will watch the end of 
the world together
his whispers smell like
black licorice

his horns feel like
my favorite stuffed animal
from childhood

illusions can be comforting
in the end we are all just
sacrifices

for the economy
that can't exist 
without us