Fourteen, for truth

Cascades of Acorns and The Woods in Zaire

What I need you to know is that all things are connected.
It's all umbilical cords and atoms that sing ambiguous pronoun love songs
across transatlantic cable lines.

(sometimes, when I think about meeting the Designer of all this breakdown
I think about asking Him if He underestimated Disease, and Desire)

Because I believe in the glorious Maker&Breaker because the watch cogs are strewn
across field hospitals in Tanzania and Palestine.
I believe in revenge as a way of life
because The Shape Of All Things and The Ambiguity Around The Edges,
He saw that.

He saw us as we ate the roast thigh of the endangered golden tamarin
saw us shit in the water
saw the virgin baobab fall
(and it is always us, isn't it? anything you do, i do my dear/
and whatever is done only by me is your doing my darling)

And we are all feeling the whiplash snapback from the slow motion car crash
- filmed in California, index case in Kuala Lampur, and the death toll mounts in Berlin,
tonight at ten-

It used to be rickets,
bones bowed, and baby was too blissed out on opium to cry,
and we're all gonna die young, I promise, so who cares?
If some of us do it with insulin and some of us do it with girls&boys our mothers wouldn't like

And I need you to listen, alright?
The only thing left that really scares me is Ebola and that scares me.
Compassion fatigue doesn't have a CDC approved treatment, not yet, not ever.

We need to get out of here before the viruses have us by the throats,
but there's no place left to go.

Twist your hand in mine, take the vaccine.
We're gonna make it out alive, promise.