Moving Violation

Dear Readers in Humanity, American Literati,

Dialecticians, and Colleagues Across the Curriculum.

Moving Violation

When I walk thru a field, I notice a muskrat
or crow, cornstalk, clouds--such a reduction
and sacrifice of the whole I ignore to pay my
efficient deficient attention to what serves my
business and agenda.

I nail down the fragments that call to me and

obliterate the rest on an ongoing basis:  all
of which killed, so to speak, in order for my few
impressions to live.

The slaughter is continuous:

me rip-off artist, moving violator—

crime against the whole and holy.

Corpses galore, as it were: everywhere,
me & my purposive intention, goals, aims,

and measurable outcomes,  ignoring the

constant crucifixion it takes to smell a flower,

pet a puppy, reward a thesis-driven essay,
receive the color purple.

Just describing here. Not a condemnation.

The damage done is in the denial and

cover up.   Need we argue?