Fuck
pleasesomeoneanyone tell me this shit
aint the wave of the future
if consensus Ill wave it goodbye
right now
and
when my time comes Im crawling off to
die with the dignity a wild animal knows and musters
not one of those poor crazed bastards
we crush dismember and mangle
alongside our roads and superhighways tempting
one to wonder how many
might be suicides
Im not inclined to believe
that homo sapiens have cornered the market on self-annihilation
however for
the most part I believe wild animals have a
base sense
of dignity and retain a modicum of Naturalness
while
our Nature
leeches out of us and seemingly
from every aspect of our lives were
slavish
unto ridicule what
the masses approve of and we fit and tailor ourselves to its
wanton appeal
I can scarcely bring myself to acknowledge that animals are upping us apparently
theres no end to the extent of
our vanity and our tightfisted entitlement
she had fought a long battle
with cancer
of course she had
she had
insurance (its unfortunate
whos allowed to fight long battles)
and was
diminished at the end of every round
an
oldfashioned bareknuckle fight
fighters convalesce in their corners between rounds and return to its
center when the
bell rings
until
either
theyre too badly injured during a round to continue fighting or are coldcocked
or they
refuse to rise from their stools again to
meet the bell
she answered innumerable bells
but her cancer was formidable
her cancer realised early
that its superior reach could keep her at bay that barring any extreme risk on its
part
it
could circle and circle
cut
her off
work
her into the corners
and pummel her
as it pleased
it fought a game of Cat and Mouse with her
the oddmakers saw it too
almost as early as cancer had
some might have called her
valiant
putting up the good
fight
but they werent in the ring
suffering her
blows
they could almost taste the funk on the fingers that peeled off the
greenbacks that were going to pay for the prettiness they were going to attempt
to resurrect
its an inexact science
but they were going to try their level best according to what the bereaved were willing
to pay
it wasnt unlike a wedding
or
guilts worth covering up
to the ooohs and aaahs of expectant partakers
participants pantpantpant that would shame dogs who snarled over
stripped bones
plastic surgery
for the dead
I can barely stomach to-days gaudy elective plastic surgeries strutting around on high heels or on-the-quiet
not-to-be-spoken-of maleness
when I see unattended cleft-palates
when
I see misfortune begging remedie
and people -- grieving people --
rather would bury their cash
than correct suffering
I suppose we have Pharaohs still
I can see their stones and temples from the bushes Ill be crawling off
under
2222, Twosday,
24 6. 14
