It takes a long time to make a human being what with star dust and hydrogen, a back story 14 billion years old, and your mother half unsuspecting. You know what I’m going to say next: it takes a second to kill someone. Then grief goes back to the stars rising like mustard blossoms which only the gods can see. Animals see it too. They try desperately to love us anyway.
Meanwhile hereabouts, grim tools on a workbench. Meaningless telephone numbers on scraps of paper. The holiday blues inside every object.
The homeless sleep with rolled up newspapers under their shirts.
I said above it takes a second to kill someone but really where the homeless are concerned it takes just a little longer.
Pandemic television commercials with Santa Claus. Send presents. Keep the economy rolling. The massive heartlessness of the greased economy.
Yes, I’m not feeling festive.
Here’s wishing everyone restorative justice.