Stars thicken the night.
Earth teaming with insects.
Breathe in the midst of might.
You have been taking in rejects.
Battered and bruised the fight.
Was it worth our rotten neighbor?
Those insects dance in delight.
Was the leper worth the labor?
Unless you accept it all.
Weaving in the puke.
You deserve to slip and fall
from the slightest rebuke.
For I gave you so much land
and an open sky to breathe.
Yet you choose to rant with your band
instead of bellowing conceive!
What if I took you away
from all your goods and sorrow?
Would you still hold true and demand I pay
more for yesterday, today and tomorrow?
I’ve given you too much to distinguish:
fiery stars, cars, the Milky Way.
Why can’t you extinguish
heat from your feet of clay?