REMEMBER TO FEED THE CHICKENS

Last words live on.

Not only for two leggeds and four,

which include the ephemerial,

rooted in soil and aloft.

The whole caboodle is consciously thrumming,

all its dwellers and participants,

needing cyclical input and out,

like our circadian breath, prayers,

desires and blood.

Our innate teetering on the brink 

of every day,

close as the jugular -

with a few stark words

summing up a lifelong attention

passed onto the next generation 

at the last moment.