People look most peaceful
when they eat, shit, fuck, kill
the need to answer their alarm
clocks in the morning, flay
themselves of their suits—
the artificial hides of the bull
market—on the coat racks of meat lockers
to linger in their earth-given nudity,
and still, people look most peaceful
when they drink, piss, bleed, chew
on the food for thought that is not
offered by the pecking order, unwind
the cerebral tourniquet to let this
thought bleed freely from the mind,
and yes, people look most peaceful
when they sleep, breathe, feel, live
in the primal bliss of achieving
chimera, right before the realization
that their feet still walk this Earth.