Dissipation once constituted a moral condemnation
But people can scatter across spacetime
Involuntarily and without indulging epicurean carelessness
When the world situates them in the categories
Of the unfocussed unstable incoherent irresponsible and unreliable

Not the world
The various political-economic systems
The United States for example
Will not accept that all people are equally valuable

There is no first no last
No origin no apocalypse
Only the protracted unfolding

Sorry
I know this is not a poem
And I castigate myself more severely
Than any critic might
I fail to dress in rhetoric or song
The endless heartache