they called it a
tragedy
called a lot of things
throughout history
tragedies
tragic events
that have befallen
innocent

souls.

the issue is
that to call something
tragic
means
there is something more
to this eternal cycle
of atrophy
than living to

die.

clawing
the uncaring soil
in hopes of
leaving a mark
on a wobbly planet
spinning around
a thermonuclear device
set to

explode.

the circular logic of
existence
is by design
as everything
is pointless
like the globe
itself
infected by inconsequential

murderbeasts.