Windigo - 19.5" x 7", Acrylic on Pine, $450

It’s like a disease that eats at your soul

Little by little you’re at odds with your role

Like a small itch deep in your brain

It nags for what’s even until you go insane

It haunts and burns thin all the while laughing at your weakness

Then taunts your skin till you smile then cry for belonging to kin

It flowers your eyes for what might blossoms again

Then bids you goodbye with a smirk and a grin

And you realize what’s been said

Is keeping you apart, keeping you distant from the challenge to spark

From voicing dispute

From telling the truth

And it tells you its spin from every square inch and every bandwidth

Of every net worth and every network

From it’s folded and delivered to barely dried ink

None of it feels like it’s breathing in synch 

Not nearly complete it’s stolen then leeched

It’s wasting your time with your head in a lynch

It’s the media and the tech and amusement in pinks

It has you numbed and stunned and dumbed down to think

Overwhelming you with wrong minutiae confusing in heaps

Where trust has been lost to the glut to guzzle

When the reason for harsh weather misleads repeating in loops,

And cover upped lies keep twisting in sleeps

It’s poisoned the waters and polluted the skies it’s locked into waste

That’s thickening thigh high

It’s all that is laid bare in chunky lies

It’s the corporate greed that’s eating this Earth

And devouring her whole like the monster of old

The legend of Windigo who ate human flesh

Has returned and he’s eating your soul consumed to segregate

He’s eating into our minds with his moneyed treachery

Eating into our hearts with human divides

And he’s devouring our air our water our earth with his greedy smile

He’s Windigo, our very own Corporate Cannibal

Devouring our Earth, our lives and our minds.