I don’t
really get
the survival instinct.
In
finite things, in
infinite things.
Being spoiled
is evidence
of over-evolution.
The death
wish.
The grief
economy.
Strategic
animals,
imaginative
animals,
there aren’t
very many thoughts.
There’s an abyss
you’ve lost,
but it’s not the only
abyss there is.
This is one of four Fall 2015 GC Online Exclusive poems by Chris Tonelli. Click to read "Clothes," "Safety," or "Technologies."