Then I See. Poem by John Earing

And then, then I see as my stomach aches. I tear up and wonder, 'what did they think? ' Not right when it happened, but hours before. What did they think before they became bloated? I know that we are just another form of life, but DAMN! Its not the same when we see a dog dead in the road, its not the same when we see a cat in the road. Man, see a body of a lifeless person who may have been playing catch with their child an hour before. Man my stomach aches. There are many different types of pain. I think the biggest is the realization of how primitive we really are. I guess we can all look away and say 'how sad' and then it will pass probably because we covered our eyes to hide it from the grotesque visuals. I guess unless its your mother. I loath documentaries that show over and over the endless 'life' of death. I hate being reminded that one day I could get my long second of fame. I guess then thousands can look away from me (in my bloated state) and say 'how sad'. I guess, unless its my son. Then I see...