No need to offer
your condolence,
I am not offended.
When a rodent dies
by charmed display
of yellowed snake-eyes,
it is not offended;
even as the river dries,
it does not curse the heat
that drinks it. Who am I?
Remember how barbed
wire fences kept the horses
in, the lions out? Consider why
the blue-est sky transcends
to mono-chromatic night,
counts its daily blessings.
If man can be a martyr, if
sun can set and rise, if life
so casually destroyed & broken...
then, who am I?
*Is there a less eloquent way
to say kiss my patooty?!!!
