Contextual Block

Life is not supposed to be this hard or this easy

The temperamental point of reference is numbing

For the health of a child dying in a parent’s arms

A soldier killed in a another pointless war

A wife and child left holding a flag and spectral nourishment of justice

Dissolving on the tongue like an inoculant to the virus of protest

Of calling the drug dealers poisonous, of dubbing brave lands brave

Of calling medicine men saviors in the houses of the FDA approved

The fields of third-world sweat picking produce or copper out of garbage heaps

For wiring that other worlds pitch as refuse in carbon-melting soil of small fires

To melt the sheathing to get at the precious metal

The valuation of the respiratory disease in lungs and futures is plopped on scales

Blind like countermeasures of junkyards and men crossing bodies off with exes

To be buried rather than burned, because that is what decent societies do

Rather than dig into the Earth plopping skull upon flesh to ferment like Kimchi

Praying for logic for a rational spirit to emerge as the present was validated

By the sacrifices of the past so that the present is muted from ever criticizing the dead

For in a last breath, saints are made to touch the realm of the living

For but a splitting of a being and all touchstones become here forward

Part of the hardness, the constitution of the why we make the choices we do

Why we live at all for to question ourselves is to question them and

If we question them then we begin to question everything and no one wants questions

So that life becomes a block of words and actions undertaken as if consequence

Has no bearing, planning has no bearing only every action in an of context

Perpetually layered and layered in context so that the choices we make

No longer become ours or us, only contextual prisms in which the world is made

The love of family members, especially a child or a spouse, the altruism is thickened

Like caked-on mud of religious-fervor as if anything is possible in the quagmire

Of what is best, of what is expected or known or understood and so that

Adults can believe in fairytales and remain children all the while knowing and

Rarely speaking out or calling out the naked, keeping clothing in context

Supporting clouds to see shirts and trousers where there are nude sparking sex organs

Dangling over the door frames and we call the thickness normality

To where a man sees his life and is entirely numb to form a complaint in any direction

For the clog could always be worse, could be better, and the difference is irrelevant

It simply is stuck in the context, plastered like a roof beam or a floor board nailed

Supporting the whole for another man to walk through at a later time