Cast in Shadow

Time, itself, is short: futile.

Cast in shadow of savage thieves

Twisting and pushing through the air


One day we wake up old.

New things in our place:

Brittle plastic, tethered to pathetic.

The world is blaring some inane advice through the speaker:

A demon spy at the back door

babbling, blathering, bleak lies of taste

To make sure we don’t run out of our supply-

A refill slipped and gliding under the door, unnoticed:

Our daily allotment-

Of discontent.