indifference

"indifference"

i walk the riverbed until
my feet turn red

with blood & exposed pulp but
the exposed sinew reminds me
of flushed rose petals or

maybe the meat of cows
that we feed on because
it just "makes sense". no,

this is not political nor
is it an ethos-related statement.

i'm just saying all animals
break down in the same way:

into a red and white mess
that someone else will clean up
because our bones simply cannot

reanimate after our flesh decidedly
clings to the black, welcoming earth.