THEM:
Our world is beautiful and clean
Yours, ugly and obscene
Ours assumes science is right
Yours entombs conscience in fright
Ours is temperate, stable, and predictable
Yours is degenerate, perturbable, provisional
We recycle our dead in space by atomized ignition
On your ancestors, you waste precious space meant for the living
We make way for the smooth, purposeful, and well-intentioned
You collide with each other in multiple dimensions
Everything we have, use, and plan is available
You sweat your blood to acquire the replaceable
We live our lives solipsistic and excellently
At the mercy of others, you struggle for necessities
Everything just works for us on our world
Everything on yours gets luridly soiled
We have the knowledge to create paradise
And Heaven-on-Earth, but you'd rather throw dice
Why would you stay here, come what may?
Why won't you join us and go our way?
***
US:
We find no comfort in magical assistance
We find not destiny in lack of resistance
We tried that once by a tree in a garden
And look where that got us, cast out by the warden
That story may very well be fictional
But at least the sin commited was Original
What's the lesson if you can't discover
Good or evil, then have to recover?
We live our lives — tentative and perilous
Finding fulfillment in following our wantonness
Trials and tribulations are the stuff of our life
You've never lived at the edge of a knife
Ups and downs, rugs withdrawn unsuspected
Make life worth living beyond the protected
Go back to your sterile, your tepid, your mild
You exist only in void — we live in the wild
***
OUR MESSAGE TO THE COSMOS:
Complacency is rot
Faithfully is not
Come what may
Keeps the decay at bay
Let the golden ones leave
With what they've achieved
It's human to take, keep score, and to give
Teasing the ferocious — the way we live
It's a ride of joys, uncertainties, and strife
But living is a seat on the ride of your life
And when we graduate from where we learned it
We at least can know we very well earned it
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (7)
Amazing! Yes, "we live in the wild" ❤
Love the different perspectives take, never had one encapsulated a poem like this before.
Great job 📝❤️😉👌👽
You waste space on your dead that's meant for the living. This line is soooo true! This poem was so profound and thought provoking!
You waste space on your dead that's meant for the living. This line is soooo true! This poem was so profound and thought provoking!
Love the dialectic, well discussed.
Fantastic poem!