POETRY

R.I.P Karma

Things are afoot more like underfoot

Photo: James G. Brennan.

Humanity undid karmas knot with belligerence and ignorance;
pulling relentlessly, killing rebirth, shaming their grannies
until they could no longer accept its vitriolic nature,
disowning spawns of their spawn.

Trampling karma underfoot, rendering it powerless
until the balance shifted towards the overwhelming many
finding no recompense;
the human race got crushed within dark matter,
releasing magnetic fields it hides to keep balance
so as never to leave the tiniest human stain
upon this or any other universe. Amen.

Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for giving my words a platform. 🙏✨

Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
James G Brennan

Writes free to read eclectic free verse poetry. "Everything in life is writable about" Sylvia Plath.