once upon a time
a child undeserved

of suffering now
looks at the record of

hostility, pyrrhic victories,
searches for causalities,

of origin and in this more
massive sphere, finding

nothing of heaven, only
human body, an amalgam,

sacs bustling with
cytoplasm holding irresistible

forces of biology, its
demands, you think

I can pick and choose
what applies,

this empirical nose, this ear,
this personality and character

these wormy apples
for your basket,

encoded and correct,
as if there were nothing in

the nucleus, nothing you want
delicately to perfect,

as if there were nothing
without annihilating it all.