adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Happy Meals

If only happiness came in paper
wrappers from McDonalds,
'Happy Meals' for our souls--
If only happiness was as easy
to find as the nearest drive-up
window with bags of hot
fast-food bliss and little
packages of ketchup.
But we never catch up, do we?
Happiness is the wild animal
our forebears pursued and speared
with the joy of their blood.
Roses on the snow,
Roses on the snow--
We no longer hunt that beast,
no longer wait, hidden
where it wanders, where it feeds.
We buy empty bags
and go to bed hungry.
Hungry.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

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