Show Poem / Dec. 10, 2021, KC, MO (The Brick): Please be aware

The old man that you shake you stick at 
May be on fire 

The pain shooting through his knees
Seeps into a babies bottle 
A mother’s breast he had to fight for
Sleeps beneath the ground 
Preserved like a hidden science experiment 

There is nothing in the world
That cannot be beautiful and sad
The rush of picking a side 
Overshadows the main dish 

Who loosened all lids on the salt shakers 
Who left the refrigerator door open
Who’s footprints are these in the butter

Could there be such a thing 
As a mindful meat cutter? 
Could we eventually see 
With the eyes we are born with? 

I see many worlds dancing and 
Many worlds asleep 
Many worlds dreaming 
Dreaming of wakefulness 
Dreaming of sleep