Flat Earth

Flat Earth
In a world, nay universe, increasingly devoid
Of god or queen and country, et al
It’s a lot easier to believe that someone
Is pulling all the strings, even if
It’s lizard people or Illuminati

Because, like biting off more than you can chew
It’s hard to swallow the idea that no one or nothing
Is in control of our lives and we’re just
Madly spinning out in the vast dark
Climbing on top of each other like fire ants
In a flood but no more important than a dust mote
In a sunbeam, swept away by a querulous finger
And deposited in the trash can of time