Problems in Dying

Are ordinary problems
In living another day.

From chores to conversations
With someone known for deep thoughts

Who has ideas but maybe
Not the faintest clue about

The chores—someone who suggests
The end of democracy

May lurk among skulls and bones
Piled at the mouth of the cave

Accumulating thousands
Of years, heaped generations

For further information—
Pointing out democracy

Had a beginning, surely
It has to come to an end,

In which some other system
That offers a solution, strange

To you now, not production
Per se, means of production,

Any of that sort of general
Descendant from the game where shots

Could delete the emergence
Of a truly new system,

Before any system awareness
Could liberate real awareness,

If such a thing existed,
Better than 2024.