Notes For Not Having Done Enough... Poem by RIC BASTASA

do not complain that there is so much work to do.
for there is so much really work to do.
whether you like it or not there is so much to be done.
do not complain that you have not rested
or that there is no way to rest a while and gather
some bones or bury some dead bodies on the road

to hell with you, do not grudge what is happening,
they just happen, do not question greed and anger,
they are our nature, do not ask me to explain what
is the matter of the scorpion what is there to be logical
about being a tortoise or a frog, there are just too many
toads to be told, too many fish to float from all these
pollutions, caused by man, retold by man, justified by
man, rationalized by man and all about man....

this self-centered infliction of man's dangerous nature,
to hold and to destroy, to keep and to inflate, to see and
not understand, to feel and then be numb.