“KILLING OURSELVES”

Killing ourselves
or just an illusion.
I sit here and think
and all I know
are tired bones
and my brain needing more
than just another fix,
sipping its way to the bottom.

flowers without stem
stem without root
root without earth
earth without life
life without death
death without god
god without belief
belief without god

my god, this is not
profound. oh, but—
some may think it is.
so I’ve written it down.

alright.

Killing ourselves
or just an illusion.
I believe in the self.
I believe in the soul.
But god does not exist
without the persistence
of these humans
killing one another off.

And until the last nuclear bomb,
we will always be
just one mob away.

narrative poem written on 09-28-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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