a cell splits, do you think
it hurts?
Most creatures
I've encountered
would sooner die
than be divided,
yet somehow, all our
littlest pieces
suffer just this
without the slightest
demur.
There is much
to be learned from this
lack of histrionics, I suspect—
and yet still,
my eyes prefer
to linger
on the ravings
of Hume to
biology books—
and I'm quick
to assent to
destruction of the world
in order to spare
the scratching
of my finger.
