Humanity As An Organism

Poor old stinking Humanity,

festering here and a-festering there,

uncertain whether it is eating itself

or, something having defiled its essence,

it had to respond with destruction.

Is our trouble basically auto-immune?—

what’s making us sick, ourselves.

Or is it cancer, getting away?

Maybe we have to attack some part

to get rid of what is making us sick.

Is it better to preach nonviolence,

or instead to howl for murder? War!

God knows. And what is God?—

Whatever happens for whatever reasons

at whatever time in Creation.