Love in the palpable presence of death

some have said…
for us there is only the trying
LIARS, I say
forforus, there is only the dying
so than, why do we?
care, love, try
and do countless other things
that don’t make any sense
at all

some say it’s our moral duty
I say, that is just a lie
something to keep us warm at night
to keep us from going mad
and some do

yet, we love
still, we try
we care, hug each other and smile
against all odds
against all judgement
maybe this is our greatest rebellion
our fist up god’s ass
and who says he doesn’t like it?
I know people that do like
a good fist up their ass
then again, who says he does?
maybe we got it all wrong but
I’m not giving up
I’m not giving in
I’ll die trying
I’ll try dying
fisting my way all the way up there
I’ll try…
not because I have to
not because I want to
but
because
being here
on this godforsaken earth
I’ve got nothing better to do
than try

How about you?