Nexus

A winter baby,
My first flower remembered by concrete
And back street by earth in Spring
Backyard violets
Tiny and so purple

But now they spring bad
Triolets
Big Bad Government
Big Bad Money
Big Bad Data
One weaved genetically with the other
Leafing out, flowering out three

Stealing our power
Stealing our money
Stealing our respect

And I'm left wondering did Dada know this?
Did Kafka, and Plathe, and Descarte?
What would Leonardo scheme?
What would Michealangeo paint?
What would Da Vinci invent?
What would Donatello do?

In their poorer living
Faced with eternal enslavement...
Must it come down to climate change

And if clock is reset,
Must we really live without time
For an age... without eclecticity...
Hand to mouth.