A JOKE

Who said Life is a bogey
a scary travail
with danger lurking in each moment
and every corner, a trap?
It is a gift, a miracle, my lovely…

You joke. It is a monster
that devours and commands.
And the worst bit,
we are part of it, made of it
part of its agenda:
driven, even possessed by
its need to evolve, recycle
and sustain itself.
Its a questing spermatozoa
bent on an impossible end-game
called Nothingness.

Ah. It is a miracle
of beauty, form, intelligence.
A taste of Paradise.

….remember the constant
risks and threats
to body and mind, my lovely.
Things are never what they seem.
Zoom in, one version,
zoom out, another.
Who decides where one sits
on the Size-scale, man!....

…..woman too!
Did she have any choice in the matter?
Just a random lump of happenstance.
So what?

Complicated by maths
- the purity of numbers
unholily wedded to physics.
With a choreographer called Time
pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Heaven, did you say?

At most and best, my lovely
It is a stage set, a game, a charade
a glitzy front.
With the maestros and masters
busy calling the shots.
Us, toys, tools, cogs;
microbes on the elephants’ hide.