Buck Moon Crickets, 4AM

There are no better humans
To rule humans than the rest—

The best of us are rabble,
And the rabble are our best.

Attraction, repulsion,
Which are desire and dread,

Steer us toward nothing
By means of what might be.

No one fails to die.
No one fails to go.

No one fails heaven.
No one. No one fails.