I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse. You should choose life, in order that you and your offspring will live . . .
Life seems like the obvious choice
but so many barely elected officials
and mouths on the television
seem to prefer death.
I’d like to live forever but
besides the biological impossibility
the technology that would allow me
to eek out a few more days
is being nonsensically shut down.
I’d like my offspring (there’s just the one
but he may make more, and I don’t know
how much responsibility I can take for that)
to thrive but I’m afraid the lakes and the air
will be nothing but fire by the time
I no longer have his bank account password.
I’d like to declare my attic a sanctuary city
because people may need it, and
people are life. This lesson in all these pages
has always been to be good. We can agree
to disagree on why, but certainly not
on its status as the best idea.
I thought life was the obvious choice
but all the policies are now overtly death.
This whole thing needs to start over
like this book soon will. Life still has my vote.
What else is there?