It just so happens

That at bedtime

I am fortunate to see

Mangled human bodies

Some held altogether

Like rationed salt in a plastic bag

Others collected

In memory’s coin slots

I hastily skip them all

On my timeline

I am fortunate to be

Disoriented for a split second

Switching before I blink

To reels of cute canine

And feline friends

Chomping Wagyu beef

And lapping Dog Pérignon

My algo colludes with Palestine

But I am fortunate

To be numbed

By the video game simulation of violence

Watching ain’t playing y’all

I am fortunate to sleep unperturbed

A state of temporary death

I wake up from, reset

To be cuddled by forgetfulness

I am fortunate to not

Think, feel, act

In a gluttonous world that is

Indigestible night & day

I am fortunate to tread

Into my invisible self

Do not go gentle into that good night

Said one Dylan, not Bob

Hell ya!

The mangled bodies are

Returning to shape

The undead scream alive

To curdle my blood

To shake my inviolable

Fortunate soul