Kit Kelen #1144 - we, of the comprehensive fuck-up

1144

we, of the comprehensive fuckup

for godsbother

given this pristine world so we

not even decided but

only human

and often in error

not even given

just happen to have, to be here

we of the hapless hunches

bent for the legend we make

with no one to thank

and no one to blame

we, bailed from our last brilliant idea

just on our own recognizance

of the breeze through

in one ear out the other

this sky completely over our heads

still both hands out to catch

for more in my maw

make mine manna with gravy

we all falling through time

run out of space

of the well trod

tribe when required

stuck together

at each other’s throats too

we of the incomprehensible fuckup

knowing as much as we do

we, the cussed, head in the sand

unbelieving the bleeding obvious

who, given the forest and the shining sea

choose instead the volcano

we who believe any god suits

can’t even pray to get out

we of the soiled nest, spoiled copy

we who are a terrible fizzle, bad risk

a reason why they hop away

slide slither swim, anything  

we’d like to eat you up all

with a side of woods and mangrove

smothered in too much atmosphere

every warning falls on the deaf

quaff it all down on the rocks

while they last

we’re poison I tell you –

invented the stuff

everywhere so high you won’t get over  

and so on – no birds as up as we

take the pills, be cheerful dizzy dithering

we of the mad meataxe mind

imagining ourselves perfectible

picture the picnic clouds, Eden glow

angels avenge, sin by sin, downcast

sprung up again for just one more go

now seek another world to trash

so we can endure and be more

so there’s more

of just this little forever we are