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Sympathy for the Living

Let’s not shed tears for the dead.
No amount of water will see them grow
they rest now comfortably in our memories;
living only in the brightest moments
and spoken of only fondly.
They have no due dates
no responsibilities
they need only absorb eternity
and to be absorbed;
embrace their greatest good.

Let’s not shed tears for the dead.
They will be more than we could
see more places than we will see
within and beyond this humble earth
a line without end
confined only by the scope of time
and the nothing that came before it
to briefly play with life and die.

Let’s not shed tears for the dead.
The horrors are only for the living.
That tragic awareness
a font of possibilities
crashing against clumsy hands
like an ocean seen from a prison window;
the air oppressively humid,
a square of light,
projected against a locked door
framing countless specks of mist
that float away – freely.

Let’s not shed tears for the dead;
only the living can experience loss.

The Forest Through the Trees

Approaching a House in the Cool Evening
I’m caught, mid step, by the lattice work
tiny wood planks interlocked
holding hands, passing over and under
form and function in tandem
drowning in green chaos, unaware
of the waxy verdant tendons
               strangling them.

Desperately those vines climb
towards a sun they anticipate
but cannot know in this darkness,
the ambitions of the young – the restless
trapezing over the dormant dreams
of the old dead gods that once stood
tall
proud
fierce
and free
that once reached for the same sun
               for a life that could never be.

Flagellation

The sun rises.
From up there this must all seem vexing.
We imprison ourselves
torture ourselves
all for the glory of our future selves
a version of ourselves that won’t want to manifest
with all that we’ve done to ourselves
just to get there,
reducing the distance a little each day
becoming more realistic
spinning tires.

The sun sets.
with its head low to the ground
wondering why we measure ourselves against it
when it is the earth that is spinning
kicking up history
sinking deeper into the void.

Value

You are born to this earth worthless
               less than that
a negative value we are meant to fill
though you never see the bill
you just have to find a way to pay it.

But don’t worry
               someone will tell you
the ones who came before had a bill to pay too
and whatever they couldn’t they’ll bequeath to you.

Once you’ve tackled what they left behind
you can start adding value against your debt
but don’t be surprised when it’s time to collect
and there is a lifetime or more that is left
yet no time remains to pursue it.

Gift your unpaid debt to another
tell them all the things you wanted to do
to give your life value and prove your worth
and have them take on that pursuit
they can always deal with their own debt later.

Neutron Life

I would go outside today
               if it meant I could play with my friends
if I could do more than wave at them
               watch them drift off from my doorstep
getting further and further away
               we’d choose whose yard would host the game
and recite the rules of play
               then make up altogether new ones
and that would become our whole day.
               But now, all of us stay inside
forgetting the rules, forgoing new ones
               adopting only those from where we reside
an intensely smaller world
               the density of a dead star preventing any escape.

From the window I can see where I want to be
               I wave, hoping it will turn to wave back at me.

Who Am I?

I want to ask questions with no answers
to hear myself think and savor the sound.

I want to say I am alive but doubt it
because what is living anyway?

I want to take up space
               even if most of it is empty.

I want to be a bunch of particles
convulsing in the vastness of void
pretending to be interested in order.

But, instead, here I am:
Caucasian male, 39, 5’6”, employed
with a credit score of 650.

All I’ll ever need to be.