Nill

and that was the
last of them

the son

she got him in the
left temple
with the steel skewer

She could tell the kid
was expecting it
and just gave up the fight,
the struggle

it all ended in
that night

for all of them

except for her

Her life just then
began

and four and a half years
later
we from the facility
call her
Nill
and attend her daily
sermons in the art room

She tells us about the
futility of life
for the human being. How it’s nothing
but a cancer in the fabric
of reality, an anomaly
that grows and grows and corrupts
healthy tissue

but
don’t let the theme fool you

this is not about
human beings polluting the
planet and hurting it

No. It’s far more spiritual
than that. It’s metaphysical

The cancer is the human being’s
ego. The part that desires
to create things in
its own image, to serve it,
to admire it

Wasn’t everything so perfect
before?
Plants and animals and fungi
were just here. Going on about
their flat existence. It was
perfect.
But then the anomaly, the cancer
suddenly came into being.
The human

capable of thought. Therefore
of creation. The only
living being capable of
creation, capable of being more
than its natural instincts

We should have gone
extinct a long, long time ago

had it happened
everything would’ve been
pure to this day

The only salvation is
then
for all of us to accept the
truth
and be set free
in death

No matter
how
you look
at it
you can’t disagree

These days
not even the doctors disagree

She has elevated all of
us to her level

Now we know what to do
with life
as soon as we get out
of here

Soon

Many thanks to Gobblers by Masticadores for featuring my poem, "Nill"! 

Check it out HERE!

Thank you!