Poem

The astonishment of it all,
how it all went down hill
over two decades and then Bam, total chaos;
diminishment of the truth at every turn;
that there is even such thing is now openly
questioned again and again
at the end of each news report;

so maybe this is the age
we’re meant to bury it,
put it to sleep for a few centuries
so it can be discovered again
in some future year,
joy astonishing those who might deserve it,
like the favorite old bone
dug up by the dog
who buried it.