Do you Care?

Who cares really?.
The birds don't as they peck at the worms…..
Who cares really?
The lions don't as they loll indolently in the heat of the Sun…..
Who cares really?
The tenured ones don't as they know they will be there after its all over…..
Who cares really?
Only those who think change is possible
…Closed minds….sloped shoulders…..
Invectives muttered under breath
why is there any doubt…..
Why not whispered the tendrils of His thoughts….
Does the leather sing in the air?
Does a point puncture some time>?
Does Time stand still for B/both as the shadows lengthen….
Maybe.
For a period or a cantactence
……A what she said….maybe a cantata?
Or a contralto scream
….Sounds travel regardless…..
but are heard only if there be air
…Some cries are lost
some whimpers are swallowed.
Mired in the Entrails
He made of Himself
…..Rushed and taken…..spitted slowly…..
lovingly and excruciatingly.
Again and again……and yet again…