Thursday, April 13, 2017
Nothing I ever gave was good for you
Like giving white bread to a goldfish
They cram and cram and then it kills
And they drift in the pool belly up
Making stunned faces
And playing on our guilt
As if their own toxic gluttony
Was not their fault
We can be toxic
Even in our good intentions
But at what cost?
The death of the earth?
The withering of a soul?
The loss of compassion?
The stunned faces
When they realize they have made
And agreement with death
When we realize what we have all done to ourselves
Seeking sustenance from that
Which ultimately kills
We know the water which satisfies
We know the living bread
The sacred feeds us in strange and wonderful ways