look behind you

 musk must mess with us

believes only he knows best

sees not his damage

your part in your imprisonment

feeling helpless feeds

the power of the deceiver

who cares nothing for your pain

selective visitors

a young, curious stag nuzzles

the bird seed tray on my porch

two days later a dark doe nibbles

the finally again-green grass in my yard

how privileged to have such visitors

who make no comment, seem not to see

the lingering dust or messy piles

throughout my house

but only, with gusto, concentrate

on the edible goodies

neutrality

i don’t hate you

i work hard to keep unfeeling

one way or the other

i cannot afford to care

because you use me for no purpose

you grow not

and waste my life