It's a confession of being;
of living; of dying incrementally;
cigarette smoke choking, winter coats aflutter;
the way you laughed, listening to your mother's jokes.

It's ego, pure: supreme;
deciding, "Mine is the voice from which you will derive-"
"-and none may lessen, none may deride."
For these, our words, have worth for true.

It's the cruelty inherent to love:
infinity, bound.

Just, not like you and I.
The He/She/They/It
divine do or die/has to know of lack:
ignorance:
rest:
wondering if heartbreak waits around the corner,
tongue sat heavy, stomach void.

Otherwise, what is the suffering of spiders and Man?

Betrayal came easily to her.
She bed three men in the time it took-

"You betray yourself."

-her husband to come home.

"The war was long, and you were dead."
"She grieved your breath, comfort led."
"Space was given, tears too hidden."

She approached them first!

"And still you fib."
"You unconscionable squid."
"Four were the years spent cold."

"Her time was spent with more lament than you or I could hold."
"This I know, this I'll swear."
"Now cease your lies, or hate you'll bear."

"Dead you are, far from warmth."
"Let her rest, loved once more."
"Let her breathe in peace."

I'll not, I can't. Not without chance:
I must hear these words from her.
...I must know her heart for sure.

"And so you tarry more."
"You fool! You sap, impossible ****!"
"Haunt her not, this love begot."

"Let us grieve her peace."

Children and mothers, fathers soon dead.
Irreparable damage, DNA spread.
Palestinian fate, dripped down the line.
Hunger now haunts stomachs too fine.

Consumed from within, by self and by fury.
Organs like snow, made into slurry.
The heart will go first, though great and defiant.
For apathy scathes - apathy likens.

Destiny a winding road,
fate the culmination;
to exist beyond such conceptions,
a truer freedom none have touched.

I hope your God exists.
Yes, that heavenly bliss
and his choir full of angels.

He'll see you all,
and he'll grieve your fall:
the justice you've avoided.

Because your Eden is dying,
and your neighbors are sick.
Yet, you have chosen hatred.

Hoarding wealth and warmth,
saying naught of the poor,
and waving off enslavement.