What Good Am I?

The piercing light shines in

stroking electricity.

Leaving electrodes to fill the air.

Whose body can it it touch?

It will master your being

turning your toes to ash.

Leaping directly to your heart

abruptly stopping all flowing.

Don't misinterpret the blackness

of the recently decayed.

It lingers on and shares 

its wisdom with its many followers.

Just dance with it.

Now do us a favor, and go

stare directly into the sun.

There's nothing more to see here.

And be good, be kind,

behave, behave, behave.

- J