Sphagnum and rotting slime on my feet.

Discharge of the earth.

“Remind me what I wanted then.

Was it meaning or was it life?”

We have become a canker

erupting like a twisted rag,

roiling under thick low clouds,

the victim of a hideous birth.

“I am the Eve of Summer,” she said.

“You cannot swallow me,

you cannot deny me.

I come from the same seed as you.”

Stabbed in the breast of love,

impaled through the heart of reason.

“Remind me why you think

I should not kill my neighbors, and why

it is not MY time to eat the animals.”

Outrage without action is an expression of impotency.