Upon Steven's Passing

Upon Steven's Passing

Oh Chasm! quickly fed our failures,

what could you gain from our Nothing?

But you must be fed, million by million,

you must be fed (but filled with Nothing?)

-no!- it could only be with our Everything

that you would do as you do and

are famous for doing.     (–Ah!

                                              I have found you out, you Cheat!)

Why else would we feel so robbed with

every bite? Would we set our hollowed

images and scripts in skin to be as

marked as the fields where we lay

these stones, that when our name comes

round the menu, you would remember

the appetizer you made of our friends,

our family, and –oh! The Most of these!-

our Strangers, that in this shared fate, we

are ALL as one, as within the soup from

which we were so ladled, and not

quickened as we’d like to think, but

fattened, gamed for You, oh! Gifted Chasm!-

that in our robbery, we shout at you

         “Crepi!”        that you may never forget

that we are neither robbers nor robbed-

not dead nor dying-

for we have yet to be stopped, but

continue to fill you with our most

cherished lambs out of spite, for

We are

whole, we are the consumers of

EVERYTHING, and you –oh! Gutless

Chasm!- you feed to live while never

living, at best

-and more, it is ALL you have to show for

your timelessness-

you merely endure and swallow our

greatness whole as we feed you another,

not as the trough feeds the pig waste,

not even as the middle finger feeds the

eyes hate, but as the ending of the day

feeds the night this meaning-

“You are only you to make way for more

of us.”

Blog #13. 352nd Day, 28th Year. Complete.


Retrospection:

I may put some poems on here as well. This is one of them.
No matter what I put up, dear reader, it is aimed at your enjoyment.