peace

[saw]

this hunger does not involve the stomach
but it's a lack of nourishment just the same
this uneasiness I feel to do more, it's this
k.d.lang kind-of-constant-craving, this
rumination in my chest like the magnet
she sings about and I think to myself
she is on to something, souls are involuntarily
drawn to the truth, but there is a part of us
that feeds raw meat to that monkey, that
simian karma gets transfused into our human blood
and we understand we will always be apes
despite our lofty language and our sciences
we still have erectile dysfunction and beyond that
our perfection of the placement of the knife,the fork
the spoon we know we are still animals that kill each other
we have no moral authority over our cousins because we win
oscars and grammies and nobel prizes, we still bite
and scratch, murder and throw our shit across the room
my old friend Jimmy had this squirrel monkey in Hialeah
I hated that dangerous little fucker, he was a pure beast
and he tore me up more than once, so I took to carrying
a baseball bat with me when I visited 'cause that creature
was having no part of the domestication thing
I never understood why Jimmy would keep an animal
that would attack his friends while pretending how cute he was
maybe we are all pretenders believing in peace
maybe peace is utopian, purely unrealistic, but I just can't help myself
I can't let go that notion