Dinosauria, We

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Born like this 

Into this 

As the chalk faces smile 

As Mrs. Death laughs 

As the elevators break 

As political landscapes dissolve 

As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree 

As the oily fish spit out their oily prey 

As the sun is masked 

We are 

Born like this 

Into this 

Into these carefully mad wars 

Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness 

Into bars where people no longer speak to each other 

Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings 

Born into this 

Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die 

Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty 

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed 

Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes 

Born into this 

Walking and living through this 

Dying because of this 

Muted because of this 




Because of this 

Fooled by this 

Used by this 

Pissed on by this 

Made crazy and sick by this 

Made violent 

Made inhuman 

By this 

The heart is blackened 

The fingers reach for the throat 

The gun 

The knife 

The bomb 

The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god 

The fingers reach for the bottle 

The pill 

The powder 

We are born into this sorrowful deadliness 

We are born into a government 60 years in debt 

That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt 

And the banks will burn 

Money will be useless 

There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets 

It will be guns and roving mobs 

Land will be useless 

Food will become a diminishing return 

Nuclear power will be taken over by the many 

Explosions will continually shake the earth 

Radiated robot men will stalk each other 

The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms 

Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground 

The sun will not be seen and it will always be night 

Trees will die 

All vegetation will die 

Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men 

The sea will be poisoned 

The lakes and rivers will vanish 

Rain will be the new gold 

The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind 

The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases 

And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition 

The petering out of supplies 

The natural effect of general decay 

And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard 

Born out of that. 

The sun still hidden there 

Awaiting the next chapter.

Written By Charles Bukowski

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