While I write often, I update few and far between; deeming only a select few pieces worthy of posting. Recently I have been seeing a bipolarity in my mood and in my actions, and only in reflection can I see it in my writing. This poem is a product of an unknown dismal fear, influenced by a certain 1984 by a certain George Orwell. In
The Dwindling of the Fire, I want to draw the reader's attention to the predicament of cattle in modern society. I want to expose the concept of society having the ability to exist only in sought-after emotions while simultaneously blotting out the unsavory ones. I want this to cause reflection on the fear of fear as a necessary element to life, it's increasingly obsolete nature, and present the alternative of universal unification as a dream turned nightmare.
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The dwindling of the fire, a road irreversibly traveled
“Emotions give way and give away,” they shouted from their capitols
“Peace is freedom, freedom is unification, unification is cooperation!”
Surging masses quelled, armies disbanded, tyranny evaporated as anarchy rained down
Abolish government, unify the corners of our square into a circle, it was the only way
In peace lies complacency, a mulling of cattle on the very property of their death,
Graze as cattle do, they shuffle through paradise unaware.
Perhaps it is the steer that benefited most from domestication, for their own good.
Mortality rates wane, life lengthens, smiles broaden and frowns simmer.
Encouraged to forget the filthy primal instinct of fear, of anger, of woe;
We settle on our pasture and await slaughter in peaceful repose.
To forget fear is a fleeting nightmare of the human essence, a duality longed for to be destroyed. In that wish lies our paradox of compassion versus compliance, a struggle to save as we cleanse in a self appointed righteous fire. To choose utopia is to choose a compliant fate worse than death, to end chaos is to ignore the fact of life that we strive to preserve.
