vii. we are (not) yet angry
You were all lambs
In this wide, wide world.
We had filled you up
With food and air
And that mysterious stuff
You call consciousness.
(We call it magic and myths
Come to life.)
Remember to pay your respects.
We have stayed
Awake and alert for you,
Let you trespass all over our territory
Because you all multiplied.
You poisoned us with the idea
Of the future and glory
When we cared only
About now and the small pleasures
(We are such a small dot in such
A wide, wide world. You fail to
Understand that oblivion is
Our fate.) And then you only stopped
to think when you felt death
Lace your breath.
Don’t be that ungrateful wretch
Who shrugs us off.
Haven’t you asked for enough?
(We are silent and complicit now,
But our roar of pain and rage
Will eventually consume you whole.)
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