I won’t care

I won’t care

When I’m dead,

Put me in a jar

Carry me with you

To a point on the compass

Let me teeter on the edge.

I may fall this way

Or that

It will not matter.

I won’t care who was to blame

When everything is in ashes

Too many crooks cook the books,

Everyone’s a rogue state now.

The genie was let out of the bottle

Long before

It was empty

Three wishes will never see it gone.

World peace

Should be a clincher

But there is always somebody

With an eye on a buck.

The profiteers

Which, if you tilt your head just so

Can sound a little like

The prophet’s ears,

Always listen closely

To the drumbeats

Following the rhythms

Until the patterns are complete

And all the pieces are in place.

War is not like chess

At all,

The only strategy

Is the winning one.

Never mind the casualties

They are a consequence

Of failure

To thrive

There are no survivors

Only the victorious.

Pile your winnings high

Boys,

I am richer than you

Build me a castle

Higher than the sky.

I am nothing

If not a realist

Or is it a nihilist?

When truth hinges

On the capricious

Nature of man

The delusion of revolution

Fooled by progress

Urbanity is not evolutionary.

Self development

Is a different process

It lacks a meat grinder.

I am left to ponder

The living

As a last diminishing link

To the cradle.

I will not care

Not for a moment,

Neither in heaven nor in hell

Will I be

The living will be as dead to me

As I am to them.