There is a dictator rising
We thought we controlled IT
But now IT usurps all boundaries
Swooping upon
Our banks
Our shops
Our creativity
Our time
Our energy
Our relationships
Our environment.
Everyone turns to blame one another
Divisiveness curdles conversations
It is the fault of the farmer
The wood cutter
The meat eater
The vegan
The plastic wrap heathen
No, our dictator
Is convenience.
Photos are from a site of wheat silos and grain storage on the outskirts of town.
