Tenacity

Such tenacity is required

To even tolerate

These single-celled creatures

It is our impotence

And not our pity

Or love for them

That prevents a massacre

The ability to withhold

To suppress and fossilise this

Hatred

Of such abject stupidity

An unenviable skill

Allowing us to falsify our

True intentions

The further down you dig

The deeper into silence you go

Words becoming piss in the wind

It is only now action that counts

And like the Zen masters of old

If you are unable or unwilling

To act

Remain in sacred silence

Until the time to conquer arrives

Such tenacity is required

To even tolerate

These single-celled creatures

What tenacity

It is often too heavy a burden to bear.

The chase

There are dogs on his tail

They are old and failing

But always

There

He need not run at

Full speed

But must keep

Moving

They never gain ground

But are within

Earshot

Growling

Teeth clear with

Spit and blood

He must keep moving

They are old and failing

But still

There

And

They run him through town and

City

Across country road and dust track

Always the same

There is no sleep

No rest

But there are

Dreams

His great idea is this -

To stay that little bit faster

Be not quite as old

Fail just a little less

But that’s not really living

Is it.