The Handwriting on the Wall

 

Between today and tomorrow,

There is a paper-thin wall

Ignored and unseen by those

Caught up in the nuts and bolts

          of the daily grind

          of the clocks’ shaft and gear rotations,

Unable to decipher

          the handwriting on the wall,

Unable to imagine the effects

          of the age of reason, unraveling.

 

Caught up in the building of concrete and

          steel walls to block the natural flow

                    of ecosystems,

while the paper-thin messages,

          from the other side of today,

          fade in the sunlight

          and become indecipherable

                   cursive marks erased by neglect.

Caught up in the wheeling and dealing

          of scamming, robotic sounds

of the inhuman and mechanized

assembly of words broadcast

through the air,

false and unquestioned. 

         

Caught up in a joker’s quips,

          delusions of grandeur, and

          comic twisters,

they gather into laughing mobs,

          while the voice of tomorrow

          waits in the wings, whispering,

          “I told you so.”

 

©cmheuer, 2/2025