In a rapidly expanding universe,
an indigo diamond nestles in the velvet of space
Beating with masses of flesh and blood
They poison the air they breathe
with stabbing words of hate
Throbbing, writhing sea of contempt and disgust
Whirling around in the vastness of time
Congregating on a pale blue dot
they call their world
Verbal global warming.

Remind me again
Who would want to be human?
Made of meat, bodies decaying over time
Memories slipping like sand
Through veined fingertips
Clutched at the reins of life.
Thirsty for the fountain of golden youth
Yearning to taste soft skin and dark hair.
Terrified of an unforeseen void
empty.

They incubate animosity
It’s a demon nursed into existence

roaring


ROARING
A homunculus in all of them
Sitting and pulling at strings like puppets
Red-tinged words dripping out of cruel lips
Sneering at faces of black night
Glowing angrily as if hewn from ember
Anxious to blend into a sea of white
conform.

Dare to dance
Twirl above the limitations of a species
Swaying into truth and clarity
Alien to others but true to yourself
Soaring above the clouds,
No longer bound by impositions
Finally free to howl
Consuming the night and screaming
This is our dawn!

But they are simply human
Made of meat.
No electricity coursing through veins,
To give a shock of strength
Curled into a ball of sweat and tissue
Pounding in the dark
alive.
Stranded in a mellifluous sea of color and sound
Fixated upon the flickering light of a television screen
Deaf to the suffering of human screams
Burning hair, sweeping razors
Stamped out of plastic
Countless lines of Barbie dolls
conform.

But it’s their farmers’ tans and forest legs
Crinkled smiles and laughs with open mouths,
Billowing cheeks and winking eyes,
Pursed lips and wrinkled brows.
The milky fragrance of a newborn
Her garbled speech and trembling walk,
The fierce tenderness of her mother’s clutch,
enthralled in joyful shock.
It’s his red-rimmed eyes and beer-stained lips,
her shaking fingers and broken smile.
It’s how they hate and love
that makes them who they are.

A diminutive, pale blue dot upon the canvas of the cosmos,
Spinning alone in the universe
Who would want to be human?