Dogs 2013

ETCHINGS
(3/1/13)


the words
pass by

day after day

breath
after breath

but none
seem
to adequately match
the abject melancholy
of this
grinding reality

sleep
eat
work
work
work
eat
sleep again

very little
time
for love

very little
time
for laughter

very little
time
for reflection

we clean
and jerk
the daily weights
holding them there
over our heads
waiting
for some official
to give us
the signal
to finally
drop them

but
no one
is there

trembling
from the strain
we lose our grips
as our strength
gives way
and the accumulated
responsibilities
tumble
to the ground

we are left
with our growing
piles
of daily failures
laying there
to be picked up
again
tomorrow

this brutal
pattern
seems
inescapable

oh
we can
retreat
within

we can
surrender
without

we can
become
burdens
for others
to balance

or we
can fool ourselves
into believing
that our actions
are necessary

even noble

a fantasy
that hopefully
can sustain us
until we are
no longer
capable
of contributing

a fantasy
that hopefully
can sustain
itself
from the onslaught
of empirical
proof
showing us
truth
otherwise

there is
what is
real

and there is
what we
create
as reality

we are born

we will die

the in
between
scatters
in the winds
of time

carve
the words
in stone
if you want
them
to remain
for our progeny

so they know
we were
not
so different
after all

so
they know
that even though
we are gone
we did
what was needed
to put them
in their
respective
today

that must
be enough

that has
to be
enough

since
that
is all
we will ever
have

the end
is not ours
to see