Description
pure unadulterated empathy: a cosmic whiplash
a break backing crash of
sexy blue whale waves rocking
knocking at your neighbours doorstep
asking for a way home to a God who
cares about chipped nails and unlimited texts.
sex like a cancer, like a radio show
the multinational equivalent to the bbc news
and an oyster with the childhood blues
the longing to be better eats you up
till the pulling inside you becomes enough
and then the sadness leaves you and
you don't know what to do
it's not that my feelings are new
the leaves still ochre the babies still cry
the snails you tred on still ache and die
maybe they're glad to go
maybe if we let each other know
empathy is not the ultimate conduit to destruction,
but neither is silence
neither is God
neither is dead snail either