A Second Opinion
I won’t tell you
these things happen for a reason
and other cruel lies.
I will tell you
I’ve seen your feral cells under my microscope.
Unlike you in every way
their genes encode bald greed.
One of you must go.
I will tell you
about tears you can’t spare.
You will ask how terror
restores harmony to the universe.
A perverse counter-weight
to immense good.
A life lesson that takes life.
You will hate your new vocabulary:
anorexia, intra-thecal, stochastic.
You will say chance insults intelligence.
In the end, if you still seek a reason
I’ll hold your cool hand.
I will tell you
chance favors greed
and greed serves only the greedy.
Beautiful one,
this life is a world apart
from your generous heart.
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