What Good Is It? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Ship grain hulls are like roses for the dead.
Who waited in hunger to be fed?
What good are tributes if they are as thin as a bone?
Asked to stay strong,
Help is coming; it won't be long.
What good are good intentions?
If war criminals are never tried
And -have no duty to the betterment of mankind.
What good is it?
If criminal consequences are rewarded
If their hands are later shaken in brotherhood and enslaved.
The world is a festering puss.
Given one squeeze it's the end of all of us.
What good is it?
If only the maggot and the fly are strong
And nothing else prospers equally to belong.
Sure, it's just another story not to be sung.
One cerebrum and cerebral hemispheres
Areas we'll have forgotten how to tongue.