An Existential Sigh

                                            

                          The freethinker peddles his thoughts
                          of conflicting matters and disillusioned distinctions
                          eventually, confronts endogenous distraught.

                          A fallen shattered priceless vase
                          that was once a terrestrial object
                          now, ceases its optical place. 

                          The agnostic dark side
                          with its apathetic smile
                          that bereaves upon a snide.

                          The crimson Pietist and the ashen Infidel
                          both with dissenting credence
                          above an attentive sentinel. 

                          The only real numbers ascribed
                          are the timed honor cemeteries 
                          and the dates for whom they have vied.

                          For who and what we are
                          is no more thought of
                          than a bovine entering an abattoir. 

                              - John Hardesty