Her chair creeks
as she reaches
for the last folder
in the last drawer
of her file cabinet
She knows
(of course she knows,
she knows everything),
that humans should
alphabetically be filed
between howler monkeys
and hummingbirds
But she never wants
to stumble accidentally
over her greatest
disappointment
She sighs, pen in hand,
and opens the file
to add the latest update
Once again,
they killed recklessly,
she writes,
wishing now
she had used
a spreadsheet,
(marking x’s would
have been easier)
They slaughtered endlessly,
she continues
Forests fell to their
unquenched, greedy hands
They stood proudly
atop their pile of victims,
thanking her
(or their shallow
understanding of her)
for their overstuffed bellies
and their accumulating piles
of stacked green paper,
as if that were somehow
part of her plan
God,
if she does exist,
is crying for her children
who thoughtlessly
cut off the head
of the horse and
then pray in hope
that he will run again
20 Apr 2020
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