Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


you pick your god,
and i’ll deny mine,
and the other 7 billion
lost and hopeless
will do as they choose
or as they are told,
with or without
the slightest thought.
we all roll along
towards the universe’s
15th billion year,
a universe with
no interest in our
short-term squabbles.
humans are irrelevant
to the life and history
of the cosmos,
and no matter how much
that angers or frustrates us,
c’est la vie.
demand what you will
of your god
or fellow travelers,
entropy rules
and annihilation awaits.
so why not enjoy the ride?
a wasted life
is not tragic;
it’s fucking stupid.

©TA Barnhart March 15, 2021