As a child, I used to foresee
my defeat in a chess game
and opportunely destroy
the arrangement with my paws.
I failed to imagine then
anything more dreary.
Not even global warming.
Death, somehow dwarfs us grownups
and brings out that unimaginative child.
Quickly, we would like to bring disorder
in the lives of at least a hundred others.
Beating chests is passe as mourning
breaking glass is the in thing.
Nietzsche was right, God is dead
Only it was less noticeable than the demigod's death.
Myth has it that he likes quiet farewells.
(Various triggers for this, more conspicuous one is this post)