No one wonders why the world spins
no one asks the mouse why he drinks the poison
it shouldn’t matter that it smelt like cheese
no cause or effect in children killing
just children killing
the man in the moon laughs:
at youth, chrysanthemums, itself
ambition, itself again, string
theorize the yellow brick road was just in the center of a two-way street
Dorothy, a poor teenage suicide.
the scarecrow, the tinman, victims of father time.
if we walk far enough
I am sure we shall sometime
Come to someplace
through shattered atmosphere
the spatial infection breathes, falling into
nebulous, nuclear super
Humanity knows why the world spins
quoth the mockingbird.
Humanity knows, thinks, but even so.
No one really knows.