Dogs 2014

SUNSHINE SATURDAY
(3/22/14)


I'm dying

you're dying

we're all
dying

some more
quickly
than others

some
almost dead

to call it
the human condition
seems little
consolation

give us
something
more

religion

spirituality

state controlled
bureaucracy

lend comfort
to some

but the rest
of us
need something
more

some intellectual
construct
to get us though
the long days

the long nights

of our
existence

a mental
surety
that anchors
our brain
like a stone

around which
all of our doubts
and fears
ineffectually revolve
until they crash
into the bedrock
or our salvation

unfortunately
we can gather
no such
supreme thought

our minds
are lukewarm
mush
over affected
by each passing
negative thought

we are pathetic

we wish
that love
were our
answer

but either
none of us
has ever learned
to really love

or we simply
lack the ability

maybe
a love
of death
is the only
solution

if we
worship
the inevitable
perhaps
we will
be saved

I stare
down
at the ground
that one day
will receive
me

looking
for some
comfort

I see
only
dirt

and an ant
crawling purposely
ahead
without
my worries

casting
little shadow