Life is Fair
We all die — all forgotten.
No justice after death
not even in history books.
Our published works,
masterpiece or doggerel,
burn or molder.
The wind shreds
what remains to confetti,
celebrating our demise.
Monks and nuns,
bums and whores,
we’re all erased.
Cathedrals and crack houses
delivered by landslides
to the shore
where the ocean swallows
the wicked and the righteous
alike.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Wow. So dark and pessimistic but i live it. Suits my mood perfectly today. 😃
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Thanks! Always happy to confirm dark moods.
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Love it, not live it. Although i guess both fit. 🤣
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In these days we can see much of this before us. Well written.
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Thank you. That’s not a light at the end of the tunnel, it’s a train.
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Nice blog
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Thank you very much. Not all my poetry is as bleak as this one.
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My pleasure, followed you!
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