When asked to explain to the aliens
who will have travelled from some ancient moon
to empirically define the human soul
Why we butcher one anothers’
sons, daughters, fathers, mothers
Why we cover the living magic we call green
with inert, plastic greys
Why we take what is not ours
and leave lukewarm puddles of oil and blood under our own feet
Why we defend ourselves against wretched words
written in fallible, old books, with creators of permanent ghosts
Why we have such wanton disrespect for love
and illogically poison our children with hatred
When asked to explain these things
without any god or chance or economy to distract
How will our souls look then?
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