Human Squander
Human Squander
Cold day on my walk I needed to pee, it happens often
when you are old, but there were ants about I couldn’t
pee on them, lowly as they might be they are still living
things and one has to show respect; the unspoken logic
of dignity. But not all human evacuations are wasteful,
as a child on the farm we used human waste fertilize
potatoes and carrots field and reaped great abundance
from a grateful soil. But I did pee up against an olive tree
a pale looking tree that needed all the help it could get.
Self-respect is vital it is an unwritten law and those who
breaks lose their humanity the thin line between man
and beast, I think it is more worthy to chop a man’s head
off then urinate on his corps; as death self perpetuating
and does not help to accentuate to point.
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