Speaking to No One


Speaking to No One

Disgust seizes me by the throat

Seeing the cruelty and madness

Into which we descend

Into which we have already descended


The cunning of (Hegel’s) reason

Of a force greater than we are

This surge and flow of all Spirit in History

Made by us, not made by us, is drowning us


I think we are doomed

I think we float upon a whirlwind

Of insanity — ludicrous, sarcastic, arrogant

Stupid, unconscious, and hubristic


I no longer want to be a part of it

I never wanted to be a part of it

Your worn-out empire of misery

Your worn-out worship of death


(I was going to say something

But now I’ve forgotten

Speaking to no one

One absence to another)