98. EVEN THE ORANGE WALL-FLOWERS HAVE WITHERED

EVEN THE ORANGE WALL-FLOWERS HAVE WITHERED
('the modern world is broken')

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It is all the rage of serpents and snakes:
taking things out one by one, dismantling
them and parting them out for a penny or less.
Bankers going bankrupt, I'd bet, have more fun.
This is not to diminish the intention, for it may
have started out good. Now however, they bury
their lies with their product. 'By their fruits you
shall know them.' The last time I saw that written,
it was in ink, old and blurry, on a prisoner's back.
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I haven't really got the time to instruct you all on
the ways of the world. Suffice it to say, maybe, the
last shall be first and all that 'turnabout is fair play'
rabble-rousing crap. Some guy was just telling me
yesterday that 'if Jesus was alive today, he'd be way
into computer repair.' What a stupid thing to say.
I would have thought, instead, he'd be a custom
bookbinder, or an artisan vintner of very fine wines.
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Yet, who am I to know, or anyone else.
What difference does conjecture make?
At 10 in the morning, I've noticed, on the
outside wall, they line some prisoners up
and have them 'gently' shot. It's the new way
of doing things - no shots to the head or heart,
just more minor shots to the legs and arms.
'Everyone eventually dies' the warden said,
'this just makes it easier for those who remain.'