The Heat of Greed
May 22, 2018
There is heat in the fireplace and there is fire
Under the hood of the very fast automobile,
Incendiary fires that propel the just, the godless
And the awaiting into fecal or fecund horizons
Becoming food, fear and then incapable
Of compassion while the bacon fries and
Slaughter continues that, not to mention,
The poor, senseless aggregates that have
Bound their karma to the systematic
Killing of other beings whose sweet eyes
Are snuffed out not for hunger but for
Greed;
What we all do for greed is indeed what
We Don’t need but to heed the seed
Of a good
Deed;
Here lies the beckoned and the banquet
Host caries such a large anchor behind
Her head or His head
We all know he is already or she is already dead;
Then she shelves her guests or he does so too,
It’s a terrible cycle that goes on and on
All for greed,
The heat of greed that causes endless violent suffering;
But!
It’s not a punishment!
As soon as He wakes and she wakes
The thread of suffering us cut and there then is joy;
No longer does the fire demand fodder
The fire then demands nothing
And it is fire and he and she do not fear
It will be extinguished nor do they dread its return;
They are both units of awareness and those units
Are just like the fire
Here and gone, here and gone, here and gone
No need to kill for greed. No need, indeed.
This link to the Onion (Dark Spooky Web) site comes with the spoken word, recitation by the author, A.B. Nuttall. It's an ogg (of course) audio file available for listening or download. Part of the upcoming book, Sperm Ain't No Joke