Everything wants to speak.
Nothing wants to speak.
I want to speak.

Every species we annihilate through need or greed
goes silently, without protest—
it seems almost a pardon from consequence
to escape accusation as easily as account!

We have chosen well, to rape the mute,
kill the uncomprehending,
to effortlessly erase the evidence
of our eliminations.

Words.  Wounds.

Everybody fussing to be Narcissus,
hunched over his toilet bowl.

Advantage can sometimes provide
a greater challenge than adversity.

I still prefer it.