Of course we are sick.
The inevitability of our course left no alternative
Someone pushed ON
but wandered away and forgot OFF
How often have we reveled in the notion of slaughter
as laughing, happy children
somehow unaware
Following the trail
blithely
one set out by our ancestors
who had good reason to fight
what we call nature
but that is now left
anything but natural
stunted
gasping
blunted
asking
Why?
Does one point at the cancer and say “baaaad dog!”
Or does one simply cut?
And where?
And when?
my god
I am weeping
and there is no end
but the one
we will not see
You
may feel
some discomfort
cae 6-11-14
