The Tragic Fate of Chaos

Brief and Sudden dug their holes
Into the corpse of Chaos,

Hoping with enough of them
He could sense the gas he breathed.

Chaos wasn’t meant for that.
Being was meant for being,

Never for sensing meaning.
And how were Sudden and Brief

So dumb when so well meaning?
Chaos has a structure, dears,

Emergent and enduring.
Get the picture? Puncturing

Is a gift best left for those
Who’ve done their time when living.