It will
not matter, but then what will?
Neither
my life nor my species are sacrosanct.
Our
planet has a predicted expiration date.
Surely
we humans will not experience that foreclosure.
Epicures,
to which arguably all life forms
Inevitably
pay tribute, do not offer more,
Or
less, than the sanctified or disadvantaged.
All
belong to time, which cares little for its passengers.
If we
name a krill, Michael and a whale Moby,
Can we
pass judgment on which to label "a cause,”
Except
through the Epicureans looking glass?
Best to
smile and have another pistachio.
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