The villageMay 1, 2020
The village at the Earth’s edge
In search of life at the bottle’s bottom
Drank itself to its knees.
As if in test of their charm that never fails
Disconnected wires in the heads of the learned.
For the love of fear of success
They pursued their affluents
To their last whit of breath.
The village on it’s walking stick
Destitute and staggering
Has consumed itself to the neck.