Poor Reception

What's wrong with everyone?

When you look at people,

can you see that they're twisted,

like they're out of focus?

maybe

the storm finally

knocked their antenna over

it's laying across the garage roof

maybe

the kids got rough-housing

while they were home alone

and broke the rabbit-ears off

maybe

they're hanging

behind the bookshelf

by a thin copper thread

and the cat is playing with them

maybe

But wait...

is it Them, or is it All Of Us?

Is my vision blurred, too,

do I only see

as I want things to be?

At any given time,

do I see The News

as hilarious, or comedy

as dark commentary

on how far we've fallen?

How far?

Collectively, we reek of an odor

that cannot be washed away,

have lost the right

to hold our head up,

or to sleep peacefully at night.

We are broken.

We have not only

forgotten our Father,

but we have grown accustomed

to the rape

of our Mother.

We have been orphaned,

by our own greedy,

bloodstained hands.

So let's just try to focus

on how

we will live with that...

and what we will do

to make it right.