Sonnet #403

 Be grateful you are offered a chance to help

Be grateful I am asking you and demanding

That all your hopes and visions of life are ending

Because you must obey the call of the kelp

The call of the seaweed, the call of the muck

That someday will become the limestone

Quarried by the ravens’ tools for their homes

When humans are all just ghosts that sucked

The life out of this world and the world sucked back

Be grateful you have a chance to do your part

Before the wild places never come back

So pull yourself together, man, and drop art

Drop love, drop life, find the bottom of a sack

And let it swallow you, any sack will do, no heart

Beats matter of yours, now, my lost one, my drifting hack