whether you believe it or not…

whether you believe or not

death
has no
political affiliation
so
your religious fervor
for
one party
over
another
means
nothing 
to death
your
grave
or
ashes
will
be
dealt with
without
prejudice
so
carry-on
with
your disdain
of
science
in the end
it
really
doesn’t matter

 

 

about that gnat in your soup…

about that gnat in your soup

i want
to
sincerely
express
my appreciation
for
your honest
statement
of
your deepest trepidations
but
as a mild point
of
perspective
i liked
to
call to your attention
to
this year’s
169 thousand deaths
of
mothers
that occurred
during
childbirth
oh
and
the
2 million hectares
of
forest
that has been lost
to erosion
erosion
produced
by
man’s negligence
of
the planet
oh
and one last thing
to mention
the
23 thousand people
who died
of
hunger

today
but
your serious
concerns
about
the availability
of
live lobsters
in
your local
market
will
of
course
be
given
appropriate
consideration

do you feel lucky…well, do ya, punk…

do you feel lucky

step right up
and
place
your bets
bet
whatever dollar amount
you wish
there are
no
limits
but
all bets
regardless
of
the wager
are
for
your life
toss the dice
of
climate change
where
the words
of
the game
are
loaded
and
suggest
you can win
but
the reality
is
the house
always wins
and
in this case
the
house
is
death
hey
but
if you’re feeling
lucky
spin
the wheel
of
global warming
watch
the wheel
whirl
like
a planet
out
of control
where
the potential
payout odds
for
survival
are
well
let’s just say
enjoy
the game

 

 

nobody wanted to get depressed…

nobody wanted to get depressed...

stopped watching the news
stopped counting deaths from virus
and global warming
just getting back to normal
was man’s final delusion

 

 

i’ve lived…

i've lived2

nothing
will be placed
upon
the earth
to
mark
that i was here
it is
by my choice
for
no one
really
looks at graves
oh
someone
may wander by
and
comment
about
a clever verse
inscribed
upon
the marble
but
it is
the inscription
that’s
recalled
not
the person
no one
ever really knew
the
person
that
housed the soul
beneath
the flesh
that’s
why
we’re not recalled
we began
as a faded image
and
death
merely bleached
what
was left
leaving
at best
a sketch
of
what
people wanted
to
believe

inheritance…

inheritance

outside your window
black crows
like
impending death
linger
waiting
for
a motionless corpse
before
approaching
no need
for
them
to rush
and
risk
resistance
from
you
they know
death
will arrive
and
you
will die
and they
will
feast

rocks and stones…

rocks and stones

so many words
of
sorrow
but
none
that will
raise
the dead
nor
stop
the flow
of
tears
traversing
from
eye
to
chin
no
magical terms
to
erase
the pain
embedded
deep
within
hearts
as
love’s warmth
surrenders
to
death’s coldness
leaving
empty spaces
in
beds
spaces
filled
with
apparitions
of
life
life’s holograms
that
vanish
with
dawn’s first light
leaving
untouched pillows
and
broken
hearts