I read in newspapers that someone has died.
Sudden death seems to happen every day,
yet few people appear aware of this
as tv sit-coms and sporting events
celebrate victories or fantasies,
while thousands die each day in global war.
And just what is it that we are here for?
Some say we’re merely here to gobble food,
do laundry, cut grass, play video games,
or do jobs that robots ask us to do.
Few possess satisfactory answers.
As for me, I’m skipping out to sunlight
to watch blue passing clouds, ask butterflies
if they know why humans are so obtuse.