Guilty

The subtlest pressure of the unnatural—

Supposedly.

Made civilized, so let to be limpidly unnatural

Igniting the most natural

Also

Controlled civilly so made to be uncleanly human

So designed by it all 

So perfectly

But without a Designer

Thought to be flawed but merely by those who are.

Made to infect the rest of them with our inconsistencies

Our mistakes

Our natural error. 

The rest of them are blameless

Innocent by their handicap

How selfish of us 

To progress instinctively

In such human ways

Such unnatural ways

Not made civilized

Occurred.

Happened.

Suddenly. 

Inevitably.

My apologies, to the rest of them, for all mankind.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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