The Decalogue: Respect nature

Washing pills down with herbal tea,
like an evil bailiff, I contemplate the worth
of words born within the context
of a universe in slippers and flannels.

There is nothing wrong with seeking
restitution, but where does the respect
for war come from—just because it puts
every man on trial? So does primal solitude.

And I can understand the good intentions
behind the wish for a simple life in a cabin,
but even when faced with a point of no return,
no one likes to be petted, including nature.

The Decalogue: Think for yourself

Could one nonsensical question plus one nonsensical answer
equal one heck of a clever retort?

If someone asked whether the universe would descend into chaos
if one plus one equals two were disproved

and someone else, in response, suggested adding a litre of water
to a litre of sand, pairing rabbits, or changing the radix,

then perhaps it could—as an exercise in rhetoric, not the result
of an abundance of free time and unlimited access to the net.