Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world

One garden variety generic male - the
very writer of these words feels akin
to an anachronism, whereby his being
alive at this juncture within the space/

time continuum (July 29^th, 2022 – an

ordinary day) finds me mismatched

with the fast paced civilization – ink comp
passing the greater part of webbed wide
world, where premium placed upon
inherent strengths such as: supreme

abilities in artistry, athleticism, comedy
computers, horse whispering

(nay-saying patriarchal system -
particularly wrought courtesy
White Anglo Saxon Protestants,
whereby codas, dogma, edicts...

crafted to benefit mortals who
usurped land occupied by natives.)

I don't belong with any earthly age,

creed, denomination, nationality,

race, religion, et cetera, but consider
myself an outlier hiding in dark shadows
cast courtesy outer limits of the
twilight zone, a foreigner among strangers.

Aghast at explosive industrialization/
urbanization once sacred wild woodland
whittled away overlain bumper crops
comprising trappings green lighted

supposedly signaling progress unwittingly
overrides avast enclave (teeming with

diverse flora and fauna passively cleared,
dominated, expropriated by dictate of
commercialization, exploitation, fabrication
fueling amalgamation, fabrication, lubrication
oiling cogs and wheels sustaining, murdering
guaranteeing production trumpeted at

expense native flora and fauna acquisition,
cooptation, extermination, gratification

decreed domination Homo sapiens usurped
law of land i.e. eminent domain foisted
upon unsullied "new world" defining
European age of exploration, whereby

pristine undulating immense acres
indiscriminately partitioned, (despite
indigenous peoples unrecognized precedence

to remain holistic caretakers of Mother
Earth tendered, predicated, linkedin with

generations worth of sacredness, which

spiritual reverence meant naught to
unwelcome trespassers solely hell bent

to force acquiescence, compliance,

obeisance,... to warlords, whose cruel,

diabolical gall lee jeepers libidinal

incursions sought extinction toward

defenceless native inhabitants subject

to machinations spelling extermination,

yet their restless spirits infiltrate occupants

of once happy hunting grounds devoid

without a trace, when this bucolic tract

devoid of present schlocky vinyl zoned

abodes, whereby fast disappearing vestige

alluding to pastoral vista spurs overactive
imagination regarding yours truly, who
chiefly hankers he got born during

sparse population versus pell mell hustle.