The Escapist    J.Gregory Cisneros 

Having seen enough of the gleeful struggle

in the slaughter circus of money

for a paradise of violence

Having heard enough of the disharmonic choir

    singing grey rainbow hymns

    of religious infirmity

Having tasted enough of sweet sucrose waters

of the electronic sea that bathed him

in joyous ignorance

Having touched enough of of the synthetic soils

sprouting plastic flowers 

in gardens of abandoned fertility 

Having smelled the stench of metallic progress

extracted from beige business parks

of extinction 

He fled to find

A raw animal comfort

In the undisturbed wild

In a faraway corner

Of what was left of the Earth

And he never returned.