Twigs

Broken twigs don't
Make a strong nest

Love is a delusion
Fascinating in its trance

Stark realities hard facts
Life has such gifts to offer

Use them and offer yourself
Both way the grind is yours

Humane

We do not make love
we only make hate

like animals
to breed to multiply

yes we copulate
to satisfy our carnality
we are left with that

rest we have shed

falling below animality
we are not humane
once named humans