Skeleton

Soporifics fail tonight    nerves scuttling in the

kitchen   god-knows-what skulking round in its nasty restless

exoskeleton. It seems we’re creeping into the midnight of our fleeting

lives. Avarice, nasty, snark all trending ... nothing so fuzzy or

elemental as love.   Is this the new new age?   Do not

touch, said the calendar on every single page.

On with it, life said.      One day we’ll all just zoom away.

(Now I’ve put too fine a point on it.)

Source: Poetry (February 2023)