What's Natural

What’s natural is rarely kind. It’s what grows in leaps and bounds From chaotic paranoia in the abstract To orderly mitosis in the particular An avalanche of exponential divisions Until all resources are consumed All space filled And the cancer of desire Meets its end. Death is the end after all And likewise the beginning Each moment needing a start and stop Somehow jumping the gap between, Flavoring the next With the scent of the prior. The horrible truth is everything that is, Is natural, With it’s own particular shape in time and space Whether man-made or not, random or not, Or by design By who knows what, how or why. We can do our best to make it different, but Nature still is rarely kind Because it always has the bigger picture, Firmly held within it’s mind. (11/22/24)