Marching Etc. by Doc

Marching,
Drilling regular verbs,
Washing dishes,
Giving backrubs.


Pumping iron,
Hiking up mountains,
Weeding,
Giving her head.


Going to class,
Reporting for orders,
Turning in reports,
Scrubbing the floor.


Returning greetings,
Smiling for the camera,
Complimenting couples on their home,
Telling her that her dress is very nice.


Passing through metal detectors,
Signing the deposit slip,
Clicking on the word ‘agree’,
Saying ‘Yes, dear!’


Life consists in going along.
Not staying out past curfew.
Obeying the rules.
Making her happy.


It’s all about being part of society.
“Love it or leave it.”


We are social animals.
We live in the web.
We love spiders.
They spin webs for us.
We struggle vainly, but ultimately
The Black Widow needs to eat.
We need to be consumed.
We need to have a purpose.

She knows that.
So do we.

We are part of great whirling mandala.
Yin and yang.
Caught together in that mystery.
Ultimately to be devoured.
Our demise just one more phenomenon
In a mad, mindless world.

Our sacrifices give it purpose
We imbue it with meaning.

We love it.
And then we leave it.