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.