JulyPoWriMo 14

To those who say it’s cakes all the way down
I have no response—Diversionary
Tactics may bring us to the point where we
Don’t believe our own eyes seeing as how
Nothing is real except the government
Killing citizens by malign neglect
Or strapped on a table in the middle
Of the night when pandemic dreams arise
For those lucky enough to be sleeping
Dreams cutting into each other like cakes
Or kneeled upon in the street unbreathing
If death is a release for those who die
Where does that leave us who live out their dreams?
Baking another cake torn at the seams