Artwork: Untitled 67 by Gill Robinson

Nothing Permanent 67
Gina Wisker

Chaos, confusion, disruption, disorder.
Reduced to bare survival,
if that,
at the border crossings we are in free fall.
Now.
Caught
in the moment
the crashing of everything
and everyone
for us
there are only sharp borders.
Right here.
Right now.
While some fall headlong down through chaos
bypassing the shrouded cross,
only the demon pumpkin
grimaces.
Gleeful at the catastrophe.


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Artwork: Untitled 60 by Gill Robinson

Nothing Permanent 60
Gina Wisker

In the wild, chaotic dance
for survival
we're all turned now
trapped now
caught
in the circle, the master plan
of the grinning, mad choreographer
whose plot was always clear.
But clearer now and so much worse.
Worse than remembered or imagined.

False conductors wielding batons goad and drive
us on
their heads filled
only
with discord .

Tangled, driven, cavorting to their rhythms
we’re each stripped bare and falling
while leering cronies, shadow guards
surround us.
Deciding our fate.