What has
modern life
given you,
dead man?

Years of
making a living,
hoping to
one day live

What gift
have you gained
from the comfort
you've purchased?

Muscles,
you must
"work out"
lest they
become too weak
to carry your bones

Sixteen ounce
energy drinks

and five
hour shots

The plasma of
lethargic legions

I cannot go
on a restful,
idle stroll

without running

into important people,

doing important things

gerundial Goliaths
on the go

But, these
mighty ones
cannot function
on their own

They lack
the stamina
that the labor
of self reliance
would require

Energy must
be provided
for the ambitious sloths
and hurried sluggards

The living
need blood

but the blood
of the living
is not the same
as the blood
of the dead

You need
energy,
don't you,
dead man?

To help
you move about

Oil
is your
life blood,
isn't it,
dead man?


Today, I cannot
consider the sea,
without pondering
the passage

"it became as the blood of a dead man"

dark
thick
sticky
coagulated

I look upon
the Gulf Coast
and see a scene
from Patmos

Live well,
dead man


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