it is all
a travesty
life is
meaningless
with nothing
but a pine box
or cheap urn
at the finish
all these petty
little bits of
insignificance
weigh down
wasting the few
scant seconds
where wonder
is ignored

we cast illusions
of good and evil down
assuming an invisible
host shall dole out
judgments in
fairy tales told
to make spirited
children more mindful
allegorical insolence
to pacify the frightened
herd into compliance
yet no one pays
for supposed sins
casually committed
except the victims themselves

wasting our lives
worrying for people
who wouldn’t pause
to piss on us as
we writhe on the sidewalk
engulfed in flames