Fugetaboutit
by Odin Roark

Nature didn’t want the last word
And the insistence of existence
Wasn’t trying to be funny

Nevertheless…

Habits of greed made
Wars
Illness
And famine
Time’s default grandchildren

Nescient ghosts ultimately prevailed
Sitting like blind families
Watching a silent movie
Generations of children
Chopped weeds and their hearts
Into the same garbage-lid stir-fry

Protection’s cover was found beside vermin fur
As plutocracy’s vultures groomed their talons
Knowing what was left of body and soul
Cowered beneath rocks
Chewing on the same piece of root
Amidst desperate prayers
To miscellaneous designer gods

Thunderous replies from on high chorused
“Furgetaboutit
Goin’ fishin’”