"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII "

I heard on the radio a killing
Frenzy by humans      malignant contagion
Of heart circling the planet on thought winds
We cannot help it it is our conditioning
To death in this times pain momentum we
Don't have to smoke shoot-up pop drink yell hit
But oh the urge moves us beyond our strength
Threshold we fall down to animus heart
Part of this age might as well admit it
To see it perhaps to stop creating
It preconscious survival curse my blood
Better than your blood more deserving of
Life illusion core sentient paradigm
Moving hands to **** the lesser others