being mercy

left for dead
bones wrapped in skin
life as a screw

science has helped us
betrayed us
invented an experiment
meant for the gods

the school bus driving
stopping for children
holding their lunches
dinner too

class full of hungry
minds and education
difficult being studious
to this or that

life has a purpose
the awkward conclusion
breathtaking illusion
described as a goal

being mercy
the kind you can hold

gone today here is tomorrow
take the kayak
a pole to fish

in the image
of someone
a weed maybe
a sycamore tree