Planet Parasite
(c)2010 Bob Atkinson
in all the world's configurations
things that seem to be notations
of status put upon our fate
help us view one's place
upon this small sphere
are we why? or are we
what is useful here?
one needs to step aside
and hear the calls of outbacks
places primitive and stark, or
ocean depths where sharks attack
are we ones that can succeed?
for which our world was made?
or, is our importance mind created?
soon to be obliterated
is the plan to test our smarts and guile?
like other living things somehow
or are we like those parasites?
who outlast the bodies
that give them light
no way for this mortal man
to answer if there's divine plan
but given facts of which I hold
the question seems,
to me
something akin to gold
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