What is.
What should be.
What should never be.

All three a lie because "should" is a child's game (we all know this by now)
and "is" is the last twinkle of light
the last taste of a word
another move in the game
ache in the side ... pain in the ***
of the dying.

As they drift off to dream of an "is" just as real
as last night's dreams,
as the tv screen.

The idea of "a life,"
yours his hers,
it is an idea.
Feel a sharp stone in your eye
or a wet rock on your thigh ...
It doesn't "mean" anything until you think about it.

And as soon as you think it,
you think what it could be instead,
what it might be someday,
what it should be ...

That "should" is timeless,
built in to heart and elbows ...
the love you feel for others,
and your need to tear them down.

This is how we build "religion,"
and how we know
we are Animals.

You will burn to ashes,
But the winds will remember
someone just like you
and drag them into the next world.