humanity

my hands can’t touch what they can’t comprehend,
the place where I stand, is the place where I stand,
the one who preaches science is no different from the one who preaches death;
philosophy, psychology, religion–
all the same;
poetry!
chasing patterns as doves chase the west
getting worms in return,
prolonging death, getting fat…

herbivores, carnivores– all the same, mentally ill,

a weed dies, an insect, a plant…
but everyone screams
pull out their hair because a cow died,
a sheep, a man–
age 55,
nothing to leave behind but DNA
and a piece of land
left to him by his grandfather,
along with an old knife he pulled out from the stomach he stabbed.

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