Is it better to be human
and self-aware, while
knowing how absurd
people can be?

Or is it better to be an ant,
working quickly until life has ended,
or a sloth working just as hard,
only a tad slower.

We consider ourselves superior
to those who cannot conceive of,
nor put into practice,
stopgap bureaucracies,
polluted definitions of society,
and the devil’s politics.

Are we better for the practice of the poet?

It seems we should be, yet
no longer grasp the meaning of poetry.

Writing used to bring me clarity,
regardless of the genre;
now it makes me ponder
the infection we have become.

Written by Phenix JiRa 3/21/2021

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