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The Loss of Relevance, or Relevance Lost
A fly can die; noted, mourned less than
the last gulp of cheap gas station coffee
swilling round a toxic styro cup.
A deer smashed and mangled, speedy blink no time for stink
rotting in the road;
a feast for crawly things and
flying vermin...
twinged upon our eyes, more so than dead flies
though less regret, minute remorse
less pungent than the loss of a fish upon the line-
sorrow gone, left only in a child's mind...wisdom
lost we (adults) need to (yet again discover) find.
But relevance, Oh sweet relevance!
When WE die (and even then, only those we know)-
Oh my, such a different story then,
frowns and tears to swamp and clog the nose...
fear (for does it not remind us, dear?)
our demise is not so far behind-
it could be us! Not me! Do NOT discuss
where we go, cold and ashen on the table waiting
on the indifferent knife-
Still in our new unmoving life.
Perhaps a tear spilled for the deer would serve us
well in this new heaven....avoid altogether this new hell?
A smile for the fly, a dash of respect for simply life,
would most certainly go quite a ways
if our soul is measured in compassion...registered
on life..not just beings of our shape and substance-
eternity is not measured in appreciation of relevance.
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