Oatmeal: Poem for Day 14

Oatmeal 

Death is just another fact

like toilet paper and gasoline

food stuffs and saying

everything will be ok

cause it will be until the end.

 

Life is that immense

bowl of oatmeal

full of that which is sometimes sweet

nutritious and lumpy.

It isn’t the most attractive thing

but it works.

 

Fatality is not something we should fear

or hide from

anymore than we would hide from water

coming out of the faucet

into a glass.

 

Fragile creatures

inside wear steady–

cowboy leather

in their character.

 

  -J. McIntyre