Blades of raw inertia

make war upon

an individuated corpse.

You tried to plug their breaking dam

with your flesh: they pulled you out

and cursed you for the flood

that they unleashed.

You wasted your martyrdom

on a horde of ingrates.

Now they celebrate

your willingness to be killed.

There is no place for humanity

among humankind.  Stop trying

to save the masses.  Their doom

will be yours.

Imagine a sober Bukowski.

Imagine a self-indulgent Buddha.

Imagine a profane, sarcastic Christ.

Imagine an anti-war, anarchist Muhammad.

Imagine a Gandhi who no longer gives a fuck.

Throw their stories away

throw their respect away

throw their values away

throw their entertainment away

throw their beliefs away

throw away the cancer that cures

their cancer.  They have no answers.