After the latest of near daily shocks
who is willing to swear they will always care
about not just themselves but that body there
and whether it rests easily at night or
is sustained by day?
Today, something inside me gave:
A valve, a string . . . something,
and I lost the meaning of humanity.
I accept the shame, but I was broken
and started to doubt whether hearts
together serve much purpose.
The case is undeniable:
tomorrow prepares some other shock, and
it might reveal the absence of hearts,
the absence of eyes,
the absence of brains,
the absence of you name it;
but I don’t leave out perception
though it appears to be of no value.
Gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, property,
green rectangles stamped with old faces,
jugheads propped up in too comfy chairs:-
these are easily the culprits, but shocks,
these ever constant shocks,
what are they for
besides driving us from our cocoons?