disgusted by waste.

Why are we so 
disgusted by our waste? As
the waters stream through 

do we brook no creeks?
Are the rivers of the world 
and the lakes not to taste? 
Do the oceans not circulate,
or the land not recreate 
in this recreation? As if food

- used food, good in creation 
of strong bones and teeth, hard 
muscle and fat, had been nothing 
whatsoever to do with us, or 
with that? As it surges through
our canals. Do we disown it 
when we know we've had done 
with it now? Does humanity

no longer value its source?
It has served, it has done,
we're on to the next course.
We've expunged and spilled
all our toxins available, down
this hill, into waiting streams 
as the river runs foul. It is only

we, now. Just you. Just me. Just  

us here beings. Are we not it, now? 
When it once was us? Shall we turn,
in abhorrence of what we cast out?

Make water, make way for the revolution!
No, there never shall be any way than

this, here, now. If you think
you're the shit, better 
learn 

how to piss
and not hate yourself 
for the turn. For the service
you've done. Yourself.

Relieved. You are equally all 
you've begun, plus me and the rest
of we humans being and doing
and soon to be done. All birthing
and screwing, and all of you
all of we will come 
to eventually.

Don't ask 
how this bell was wrought, 
or wrung, or wreaked, or 
this hymn was sung. 

No need to freak. It's
a common event! 

If we must, let's be 
infamy, with intent. 

What a piss-pour fart joke, 
though. So bent, so what's wrong
with this stuff
that once was us? Go
slow, and just squeeze all 
the sweat and pus and just 
everything else, 'til it comes 

out of you. Reason yourself
to a natural point! It's true.  

Why is such shit foul, when 
you ate
that joint
of beef, that slab 
of tofu ham? That brussels
sprout sauté - oh hey, man 
with the scallops? That's my jam!
This smorgasbord spread 
is before you now. Cafeteria style.
Buffet, you can all 
you can eat, and you are
the one who tucked in. To - all this?

Why, though?

Were you not complete?
Is what's good on the way into you 
so bad? So foul, so nasty as hell 
in the end? Is it just 

you're an animal? Can't pretend 
that you're not?

But you want 

to be human, though. 

So pretend.