A human is a pitiful thing.

They hurt themselves to be

loved by another. They run in

place so they can tell you all

the miles that their shoes have

ran. Full of nothing, they latch

on to the first thing that will

make them worthwhile, but when

they remember that nothing lasts,

they forget how to think and run

backwards, in place still- going twice

as far, but never having moved at all.

They ruin and corrupt and disease.

No one is safe, no one can breathe.

If you flee you are viewed as a quitter,

a cheater- maybe a sinner, but hell-

who can live this life, who can breathe

this air, and not think a single broken

thought? No human can. It must be

a weakness living in our air. 

                                  -r.m.