The Horror of Empathy

Like the snail traversing the paving stone desert toward the desperate shingle
a journey from A to whenever
Like the rabbits by the busy road edge
hemmed in between danger and the unquenchable need to reproduce
fucking with an eye on the road
living in fear
Like the spider in his web entangled
unsure if he wishes to be a spider
but needing to feed.
Like a caterpillar feeding on the leafy suburbs of silent and perfect facade
The paranoid suburbs
close to a town near you
where the eternally grateful sheep are penned in with the wolf
that he may feed on what he will in exchange for their protection
Like the just-walked dog being asked to go back into the car
to be driven home to a home with no garden
a home without garden is no home for a just-walked dog.

September 2012

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