I can see no use

I can see no use

In pondering

What might happen

When the truth of it is

That I will be dead

So what difference does it make

Buried, burned

Scattered here or there

I don’t care.

That might be a lie

By the way

Sometimes we hide things

From ourselves

In a grand delusion

I sometimes think

There is no point

In waiting

For something to happen

Life is too short

Blink, and it’s gone

Was it ever there?

The weight of the world

Is a confounding enigma

Never the same

From one day to the next.

Destruction

Is an ongoing affair

Nothing I say will have

Any bearing

On the outcome.

I guess that’s a cowardly

Thing to say

It just keeps my hands clean.

Too many people

Look the other way

And suddenly

They’re all looking

In the same direction

Either we miss everything

Or we see it all again.

There is no use pondering

The truth of it

When,

As my Granny used to say

There is nothing

New under the sun

Just new ways

Of piecing it all together.