the days of minimalism

Before we genuflect to the rituals of capitalism

inhale and take in the hidden miasma

Those bouncy rooms and Disney pilgrimages

gym memberships and brunches

and board meetings and power lunches

And fellowships that tithe

Then take a moment to remember

that walk in September

Zooming across the continent

bread with a missing ingredient

deep cleaning to Bach

applauding heroes, taking stock

And Silence

Those who died alone

those who said their goodbyes

as they were put down

with tubes and tears in their eyes

they said their prayers right then

No tithes here, but hospital bills

to kill them again, and again and again

Those who stood on bread lines

with dignity and pride in their spines

They called you essential

but essentially, would let you die

for it was only providential

that you were able to defy

This plague

Remember prolifers screaming

my body my choice

condemning marches

to honor George Floyd

and f-ck all the vulnerable and elderly

Make a bloody sacrifice to the sacred economy

Guns and a Back the Blue sign

to beat capital cops on the line

and declare God’s victory

devoid of any understanding

of the word irony

May we never forget the days of minimalism

before returning to the miasma of capitalism