Trigger - Mark NP

If you believe that you possess
an individual solution to save this planet,
I’ve got a poem to sell you where
I step on a flower and – through
a series of wild and incredible events –
trigger an alternate future
where butterfly wings
crash down buildings
and aliens father a new humanity,
all thanks to chaos theory.

Gee – it kinda feels good to pretend that I
actually have some remote control
over anything that happens out there,
and that I don’t live in a time & place where
I’m a wage-slave to debt and obligation
under the threat of some brutal alternative like poverty;
that instead I alone control the fate of everything.

At present, tidal wave
forces of history and economy
have condensed
life into one hopeless
vision of an ecologically unstable and
politically violent future.

Alone I am nothing. My life is nothing.
This truth is a contradiction that puts to shame
a fantasy where I am in any way
in charge of what happens to me.
One person does not stem History
and nothing about this life
will change except that
to which humanity itself wholly
and finally endeavors together.