One Size Fits All

Little screaming aliens out of the womb,

the right hole except occasional Caesareans

(more like in the movie).

It takes a while before they look human…

luckily they do so not rejected as abominations.

Gradually accreting lives, habits, characteristics 

that make them think they are unique, better than

others at some things, richer, more power, looking

down their noses at others who never get a break,

don’t have a silver spoon…comparing always

comparing as if that will make them feel any better.

Inevitable march of time for all programmed to a

grave conclusion. Maybe one’s casket is a little 

bigger, more ornate than the neighbor’s.

The daisies we push up don’t seem to notice,

memorials fade into the future…

“What was that?” the final question before the

lights go out forever.