Oh, To Be Less Clear

If you go out every morning to fight,
You’ll come to the evening you don’t return.

How soon you reach that evening you can’t know,
And who among us who wakes up at all

Doesn’t wake up aware of that evening?
So why repeat this? Clarification

Grows increasingly unnecessary
With every spin around the sun survived.

Late on a given afternoon, removed
To the outer penumbra of humans

And whatever it is they’re fighting for,
Whatever parasitic righteousness

Has possessed them personally, one waits
To head back down to the valley of dust,

Reluctant to rejoin the discussion.
We need each other. We need each other,

Every morning, our needs go out to fight.
There’s no why. Try to make it home tonight.