Love as Connection
The cuddly cat is mewing for canned fish,
but we are connected to flooded towns.
My shoulders feel cold in the room
and we are connected to fungus
killing frogs and people.
My love takes steroids for pain
and steroids weaken immunity to disease
and we are connected to disease.
We are connected to you
and you carry a disease.
As in The Matrix ™, you
are a disease
consuming and destroying,
Nature has no regrets, only survivors.
The life of a microbe,
something very small,
destroys the life of a giant.
Thus, David is a speck, a mote,
and the giant is me.
I will rot, brown and soft,
like a bad peach,
turn into odorous crap,
because we are connected.
Visitors will come from the stars
and find a civilization of slimy worms
who feed on toxic leaves.
The wise leader will observe that
to these worms, they are connected.
It is true then, that God and Satan are connected.
They are brothers, bound by love.
Thus, we who are connected
worship love and rebellion.
Like the original siblings, watching smoke,
we live and die, because we are connected.
John C. Medeiros, April 2019
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