Already Dead

Would it be justice
to declare
no one should be allowed to exist

No where to live
so pitch a tent downtown
and somehow subsist on pursuit of happiness

Cruelty remains
in the background
easy to miss

Everyone needs to breathe and
the air is full of slag from
decaying centuries

Go on being great
because we're
this feet tall

We are
nothing years old
and nothing is learned

Try and be grateful
for the emptiness
around us

Be more like this wounded,
wheezing animal
the world steps over

Indifference insulates the
cold of nothing
for a home