One poem for several friends

Don’t debate within yourself
The primacy of the general or the particular for example
Don’t torment yourself with the error of taxonomy as destiny
Which came first streets or 1st Street
The answer is obvious but trivial
Unadjudicated debates are pointless
And sequence overrated
Don’t subject yourself to victory and defeat
The subfamilies of the Lepidoptera legitimately concern the entomologist
Let us you and I love the monarch and the fritillary
Whether or not we know them by name

The gutters continue to accumulate the seepage from the days of rain
A dog briefly liberated from domesticity warily and joyfully romps
Rules govern every event except not
And who designates an event
And who discriminates an object
A dog is obviously conscious
Seepage apparently less so
But it’s an artificial contrivance of the human mind
The mosquito larvae know to touch the surface and dive
A madman types decrees on a Royal upright
Demanding the destruction of a civilization as currently constituted
That permits the nose-picking of a three-year-old

Invasive species poorly maintained infrastructure
The unanswerable dictates of priests and kings
Children people of all ages infected wounded by neglect
An economic system founded upon consumption of the irreplaceable
Horrific violence perpetrated in the cause of insane ideology
A million persons displaced in Sudan because former allies quarrel over power
A culture an empire a global dominion of special weapons and tactics
We have little power to defend against these atrocities
But we can refrain from effecting them within our narrow sphere
We can show the world through our actions that good is real

In the name of all that is good
Love yourself that you might love others

I hate to see you suffer dear friend
Events are overwhelming
And you feel your contribution is meager
But your worth is not contingent upon your contribution
Not contingent upon your management of affairs
Not a function of this or that quality
And you contribute a lot in any case
You mean a lot to me

I am by no means a model of probity
But I am benevolently inclined as I know you to be
Partial to the good
We know little and self-control is limited
But we help each other when we can
A bird ornamented with red just perched outside my window and departed
That damned dog is still snuffling around my yard
I think its having a good time

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