The Weight of Gratitude

I’ve never felt the heft of nothingness
Quite like whatever means the loss of
Something necessary and the gracious
Idiocy that it wasn’t something else.
Ideation, creation, eradication, timogratulation,
And the tissue, hardened with chronic
Percussive altruism, pulsing aftershocks
Of moral compassion beating through
And being told “it’s best for you
Not to ask too many statements, or bat
Too many coattails.” You know, because
I’ve always said the first one in’s the
Last one anyone really wants there
Anyway.