H. curare

A truth that should not be

shadows the blue skies

of a seemingly

isolated utopia

Distance and action

do not couple well, they say

But indifference is the truest

and cruelest of all enemies

The caretakers’ alacrity

softens to mush,

then nothing,

while under the care

of an apathetic people

And so the isolated

illusion never faced

any problem

until it became one