Poems about Society Archives - The Cracked Door

06/07/26 A New Tanka for a New Day

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.

Blast from the past:

Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…

Blast from the past:

New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

One more city
One more place
Where humans construct a home

Blast from the past:

We are all microbes
In the immense petri dish
Of society

Deep within me lies
The desire to raze the world
And build it anew.

Blast from the past:

In our land devoured
By myths of the exceptional
Advancing to “survive”

No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.

Blast from the past:

Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame

The indelible
Agency within their stories,
Found in translation

Blast from the past:

Magical realism:
When your story becomes a
Fawn and flies away

Even at the desk,
Sitting with my coworkers
I long for my office.

Blast from the past:

If telling me what
To do’s your only technique,
That’s bad management.

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know

Blast from the Past:

Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid

Blast from the Past:

I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is

Blast from the Past:

Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing