europa?

Something’s Knocking at the Door

a great white light dawns across the
continent
as we fawn over our failed traditions,
often kill to preserve them
or sometimes kill just to kill.
it doesn’t seem to matter: the answers dangle just
out of reach,
out of hand, out of mind.

the leaders of the past were insufficient,
the leaders of the present are unprepared.
we curl up tightly in our beds at night and wait.
it is a waiting without hope, more like
a prayer for the unmerited grace.

it all looks more and more like the same old
movie.
the actors are different but the plot’s the same:
senseless.

we should have known, watching our fathers.
we should have known, watching our mothers.
they did not know, they were not prepared to
teach.
we were too naive to ignore their
counsel
and now we have embraced their
ignorance as our
own.
we are them, multiplied.
we are their unpaid debts.
we are bankrupt
in money and
in spirit.

there are a few exceptions, of course,
but these teeter on the
edge
and will
at any moment
tumble down to join the rest
of us,
the raving,t he battered, the blind and the sadly
corrupt.

a great white light dawns across the
continent,
the flwoers open blindly in the stinking wind,
as grotesque and ultimately
unlivable
our 21st century
struggles to be
born.

(Charles Bukowski)