Last Train To Nowhere

Just kidding…173,000 people die everyday on average.

The train, it seems, is always leaving momentarily.

One only even notices if a person is close dies,  someone we know.

“Eat your vegetables. Someone somewhere doesn’t have food.”

“Go where the food is!” Kinison admonition.

China is in bad shape, over a billion people…who thinks of them?

Life goes on as usual.

Beating live horses, as usual.

Flowers rise without a care,

planaria are always somewhere.

I don’t want to spoil the party, so I’ll go,

but not before,

not before I don’t know what.

It hurts when you try to drive a nail 

and hit your thumb, 

to remind you that you’re there.