Humanity

The writing on the wall

Night falls like another
body on an icy street.
A warning sign;
a stop
sign, dripping red in
broad daylight.

A sign of things
to come, like more snow,
full moons and thirsty wolves,
and war disguised as
Law and Order.

Shame, no one is fluent in
hieroglyphics
anymore.

The bull in the China shop
means bad luck for
the dishes,
and you aren't a silver
spoon.

Now shards line the streets
and a plague of
lethal indifference
is upon us.

Night will fall again,
and we'll learn to close
our eyes and
step over.