There is nothing
without something
giving its life
by way of strife,
or maybe age,
so says the sage.
Is that so bad?
or is it sad
for us to think
about this sink
we are caught in.
We kill to win
or let things die,
if they comply,
and if they don’t,
or if we won’t,
they all die still.
That is the will,
that is the way;
night dies for day.