Why does the cock flail, running away from his pending death after it's head is already cut off?
Why is the man resisting the temptation on his lip when the nipple is already grazing his infant's lip?
Why do we accept the medicine for the dead man when his grave is already celebrating an anniversary?
And why?
Why does this flower flail in the wind as though protesting its death at sundown?
Why do we refuse to live?
Why do we refuse this life thrust on us?
And when do we start living?
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