– in part for Richard Dawkins
I don’t enjoy needed tears of rejuvenation
or the venerability of emotional transendance
the heart pumps
from ventricle to ventricle
through fifty miles of capillaries
blood that offers life
and one day must stop cold
and we are the lucky ones
so said
for we are here when so many
never were
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 