Watch Out, Quite Frankly

by Sarah Sarai

This Poem is worried you are living out your days in
A down–spiraling fascistic regime, that
Your country is a goner, something This Poem has maintained since its title.

Now This Poem attempts a rethink of its entrenched pessimism
By echoing Kierkegaard:
Is there such a thing as a teleological suspension of the ethical?

Trees have a thing going, signaling other trees.
That’s the teleology, with trees as the universal divine and
Their message as Hold your ground and resist.
And let your energy be known by many,
Although not all will be astonished or comprehend.