frailty, fragility,
puke-y ad nauseum
times infinity only no!
ack! hock! sputter!
we is merely mortal.
we is not infinity.
eat, drink, excrete,
repeat: drummed
numb dum-dum.
butchered, bound
and drugged like
bleeding bags of
processed meat.
and horriblest of
all, of course, is
that we’re all be-
jinxed, accursed,
to get but teasy,
mean, bedeviled
glimpses of such
glimm’ring app-
aritions that bind
our eggy, achy eyes
like opulent oases
to our craven hearts
and hungry brains
with adamantine
stitches to set us
after a nirvana that
just about as soon
as we can almost
taste we are ass-
iduously obliterat-
ed, incinerated or
otherwise stricken
or eradicated.
one by one
and each
by each
we then get
scooped indel-
icately up and driven
down a ways til out of
sight (at very least) in
prettied limousines or
gussied up hearses.
