I’m so tired
of all this outrage, tongues
clacking surprise,
horror, post-verbal wringing
of digital hands
in cyberspace. I mean, it’s been
a colony for a minute now.
People keep forgetting —
one privilege of being
a colonizer, I guess, no matter
how many generations you are
removed from the first,
is that you are alllowed
to forget
how the good old gears
turn and grind and
who and how many get ground
changes, but the colony itself
always remembers
that it was built to grind.
I am trying to be like
everyone else around me
and be shocked and surprised
and wring my hands
and say the right things
but I can’t.
I can’t. I feel alone
here because none of this
seems new to me except
this general bewilderment
that it’s happening, as if
all the shrill wailing of history was in fact
a Silent Alarm and only some
heard it, while others have had it
in their ears from birth; now it seems
everyone can hear it,
but most are paralyzed,
and those still in motion
are scattered and separate,
grains fallen unground from the mill.
After centuries
of listening to that,
the wailing is
an insult
almost as loud to me
as the grinding.