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Photo: Ted McGrath, Vancouver, BC, Canada 2014
Photo: Ted McGrath, Vancouver, BC, Canada 2014

WOKE

Where have I been, asleep when the world woke?

Woke culture,
still not enough woke to halt
greenhouse gases and disaster capitalism
inching closer to an age of abrupt climate change.
I’ve woke to centuries of poverty,
pollution and worldwide political corruption.
Woke enough to want to go back to sleep!
Woke to a world where youth practice
genital mutilation declaring themselves non-binary.
I’ve woke to a world without a female category
when artificial pig wombs give birth to human babies.
Those with pride clone themselves to stay eternally alive.
Romantic love is a fantasy only on the big screen
to trick us into believing sexual warfare is overcome by love.
Patent embryos designed for the private jet set rich,
superhuman mental qualities for the upper-class aristocrats.
We watch monopolists as they blast off in starships
and steal the celestial commons on the Moon and Mars.
When transnationalists and billionaires own all the fertile seeds,
decide who gets food and medicine to cure disease.
Enhanced cyborgs make killer robots unstoppable
on the battlefields of surveillance and everyday reality.
I’ve woke to a world inhabited by star seeds, alien hybrids, and
ET bodhisattvas who claim to control ChatGPT.
I’ve woke to drone assassinations from presidential war rooms.
Woke to the ascension of uploading digital Avatars to merge
with God Unlimited and AI prophets of the body’s doom.
Woke to a world of perpetual proxy wars in a dystopian
American Empire on the verge of utter urban collapse,
desperate refugees on borders crying for universal human rights.
Homeless youth shoot up lethal drugs to escape the fact
that only the privileged few get good jobs.
Nuclear power meltdowns into the waters of the Pacific Ocean
decay the human genome, a breath away from our radioactive extinction.
Woke for a nano moment to see a chaotic political nightmare
that only a sadomasochist could enjoy….

I will persevere until death takes me light years from here!
Goddess of Death, decompose me into a good world,
where the Colorado River Delta comes back from the dead,
water flowing from the Rocky Mountains to the Sea of Cortez.
Nature springs back riparian areas for wildlife,
holomovement from consumerism to a restoration paradigm,
finding a beautiful architectural pattern to live in alignment
with building a galactic civilization moving us light-years from here!