ROUND TABLES

When it comes to the crunch -

those truth-tippings points

when reaction and resistance 

become immune, numb, overcome

- with only words without surety, left to resolve:

complicit, time-serving, lacking soul,

 sense or depth. 

Bargaining chipboards at best.

Let’s sit around this nice round table

Talk some more, yak yak.

Forget the wobbly legs,

the back-up video-props, stage-set

with gawping, global audiences

addicted and entrained to zombie-fund, take-a-side to support,

maintaining the nightmare drama,

stoking the collective adrenalin, fear

for dreaded sequences perpetuated:

but for collateral recipients, awake in the rubble.

The table was set on quaky ground;

it’s support and integrity undermined

by design, anyway.

A Treaty is the usual, peace-making norm;

like shaking hands after a punch-up.

Evincing loss of evolutionary growth as a species -

in growing-up.