11/27/2003

How
I became irate
has
little to do with
the many
who will die
today
or
the greater number
who will live
to see tomorrow
in a precarious
ecological balance
the letting go
because
their time has come
sometimes
as difficult as
going on
and
though everyone knows
you can’t save
all the people
all the time
nor
should we want to
the desire
to pick and choose
with an eye
to the elimination of
myriad manifestations
of evil
is strong
until
we become aware
of the predicament
raised by
who gets to do
the choosing.
It is
our little brutalities
accumulating exponentially
by the minute
every day
things said
looks given
casual dismissals
of one another’s existence
that have scraped away
my allocation of patience
as I am
forced to watch
the creation of
ignoble institutions
for overweight egos
with foundations in
the careless.
As
we are
and always will be
both brutish
and considerate
however
being irate
must give way to
my feelings for
the life force
in whatever
unpredictable shape
it may assume.