--James Richardson
Someone breaks down. There is reason
after reason after reason.
Some patient is cured, and dies of the cure.
Forms are submitted: natural causes.
They rise through the purest offices
like scentless prayers We believe.
Someone’s frustration sweeps his desk --
papers fly out. In due course,
they touch the floor, and already
troops move. From the bleeding front
fevers spread, and opportunists like fevers,
as evolution says they must.
Houses are emptied, farms stripped
and Death, chainsmoking commandant,
lights one child off another. Pardon: old story.
What causes are not natural?
Who can object to partly cloudy?
Who disagrees with the news as usual?
You're right, the world has no need for imagination.
It makes sense, it makes so much sense.
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