Suffering - Parts 3, 4 & 5

3
Murder is by no means
the comprehensive common sense,
but in a more clear light,
it is the leading uncommon sense that pervades us all.
Having had a headache does one hammer ones head against a concrete floor or laugh it off? Probably in our case the former is true.
The problem of the monkey condition
centres somewhere away from these ideas,
laying in the malady that we refuse to talk of.
In a vague way,
the obsession that somehow,
someday we will beat the game
is cotton-wooling the fact that we are Cosmic refugees.
The tragic truth is that,
if the broken are waiting to be fed,
then the happy day may not arrive.


4
The beginning and end
are close up views of forces and traditions
which have photographed themselves
in the odd face of some monkey
seen in a crowd
coming before our eyes
in vivid perfections
the moment we close them.
Unexpectedly, the more we look the more we change it,
reality is no longer there as a consolidation to any answer.
If nothing else
a Cosmic sadist is photographing parts of itself
preparing a table for the next meal,
where death only reveals the vacuum that was always there.

5
Looking into the thousand glassy eyes
of a monkey made mad by standing,
there is no ‘honest’ eye among them,
Special Theory suggests that.
Their tongues are full of complex treachery,
their thoughts are unanchored windows
with no frame of reference,
they are lost islands
of the lowest entropy in the universe,
telling themselves lies and believing it.
They are the fuck-wits that killed the lamb,
causing a universal bleat
that echoes forever in the monkey mind,
fore-ordained at the beginning and at the end,
to be treated as cosmic sheep,
that’s what is deserved.
Ordained to fight against the law that has no reason,
to make hay in the sun of persecution,
hunger and nakedness.