Nothing else, but just a wil to live
There’s my beloved cat, Ping Ping.
There’re dead lice, dead nits & dead arrows at the front line.
There’s a multitude of lives in a world of wounds.
There’re plasters to redress those wounds.
There’s an anti-mosquito repellent.
There’s a God, having always been delayed, who insists,
“Tell me in advance.”
There’re cellophane boxes for take-away.
There’s this-actor-for-this-role in life.
There’s shooting from the back.
There’s a toddler clinging to her mother’s chest in a bullet.
There’re those who have never heard of nation-states.
There’s a traditional spice that doesn’t go well with Ajinomoto.
There’s the media who knows the rights, but nothing else.
There’s you, of course.
There’s fumbling for the right characters on a computer keyboard.
There’s the will to survive. It doesn’t matter how.
My regal female cat Yomiya, Queen of the Household,
having had a spat with her last breath, screams,
“I will live on”
before she makes peace with the world & herself.
There’s no bottom line yet, but
it will be there.