The Day After Despair

The chickens have come home.
No roost for the crooked and
that goes beyond the crooks.
There are no shepherds here.
Cain?
The cultivated have become
desultory foes of the common
the good
the land.
Disconnection does not happen
by chance.
Once, it would have been
an ocean of time.
Now even the desert
is running out of sand.