Thread: Disease

Being allergic to everything
the body politic turns against itself

Itching to burn.
We are the world, the government,
The neighbors

Butchers, we partition ourselves
to advertise our pain by the pound
on the off chance
that pain won't sell itself

We take goods and lives to fill our empty hearts.
We're entitled to something, after all.

Do you think shots are the answer?

I really liked the opening stanza - and felt like a profound analogy was about to be unfolded.

I must admit though that I reread the 2nd and 3rd stanzas over several times to digest them and never came away with a clear solid meaning in my head.

The ending brought back the allergy theme, and I actually was left wishing that the entire short piece was specifically about "allergies" and not "disease" in general - I suggest expanding on the "body politic" metaphor.

---todd