it wasn’t the surety of the rising seas
nor the screams of mowed classrooms
so it sure as Hell won’t be the sHelling of the land we collectively call Holy
no
somehow
we, top-of-the-food-chain
we, super-predator
we, brains deeply outsized to bodymass – seven times more than would be linearly predicted –
we still have further to push into the deepest homegrown pits Dante never imagined,
still have further to fall from biological grace than this.
endearing the way we let lions keep ‘king of the jungle’;
patronizing almost, with a brain-to-majestic-mane-and-fierce-teeth-and-flicking-tail ratio of 1:550.
did you know when lions feel their territory threatened by another pride,
they’ll try to kill their young?
crazy. the wild takes no prisoners dude.
US either
we just use the adult size bags to keep it simple
fits every body
to think
we sit here
and watch children die on our handheld 6.1′ OLED displays
picket in support of every mattress having a gun shoved between the box spring
time countdowns to the permanence of each centimeter of oceanwater
to think
2,000 years and a stone’s throw from here
Jesus flipped tables because capitalism had set up a few booths in His Temple
and of the many things He may have known for certain
the snowballing of men’s sins was one of them.
musée 