WHY DO WE LOVE WITH A MORBID FIERCENESS (A POEM)

Why do we love with a morbid fierceness our possessions

As if to be parted from them were an intolerable severance!

Let us love with a soft, genuine, tender, childlike gentleness

As God intended, to let go what we have to sever at last,

Leaving everything to others, the future generation

To dispose off in turn when their turn comes like ours!

We aren’t owners of anything in this amazingly lovely world,

Nothing is entirely our own, nothing do we finally own!

Our bodies, the finally sod we inhabit is not our own;

We share it with worms, shrubs and microbes a-billion!

Yet we are proud of things we mistake as our own

Work to a frenzy to amass wealth that we don’t need;

Oh for a spark of wisdom in the midst of harried living

That might perchance conflagrate an enlightenment!