They take themselves
To the twist in the road.

On the other side
Of the twist
Underneath the nihilistic sun,
Beneath the unintrigued ground,
Stands their family.

Science grins and tells them to make belief
Out of nothing;
For love and for sentimental reason
Is the trickery of comfort and
Of death.

They hesitate
For they have brains,
Not in the intellectual sense
But in the primitive.

The snake
The lion
The river's rapids
The mountains thin air
The snows cold snap
Knowing full well what it was after
Told them - hesitation is survival.

Instead, they stay inside.
They stare at walls and discuss.

Genetic engineering with deaf ears
And phosphorous golden sunlight
Bleeding through need-to-be-dusty windows
In the morning, the afternoon, at dusk, and at night.

They dance alone.
Forces that be - natural and not -
Have instilled a trigger
In them they dare not risk snap.

Now, they think, is now the time to rebel?
Against what?
Against who?
Against everything for the sake of freedom
Or life
For the sake of everything that is freedom?

A scream of hysterical hopelessness
Eludes a million and some ears.

This will be our great reckoning
And no,
The water will not recede.
There are too many dams
Already in place.

The thought of natural thought,
Now up for debate,

Merely shows

They were never at the fork in the road

In the first place.