From day to day
Prescription to prescription
Consuming a concoction of chemicals
From tablet to tablet,
Dose to dose
Waiting, hoping that one day will be better
Keeping, sustaining, preventing, enabling and prolonging an existence
What existence? For what purpose?
To absurdly assume a purpose?
To do as Walt wants us to do?
For the sordid crowds do plod around me now
And through the cities of the foolish
flow the endless trains of the faithless
Terminating at the same destination for all of us
A destination that medication puts a little further out of reach
prolonging the path to shuffle off this mortal coil,
to what end do we lengthen our journey, because we can?
Is it the length of the journey or the route that we take?
Is Whittman’s play so truly powerful?
Is it worthy of my verse?
Am I unworthy of his play?