Flesh is Tragic

 I've told you this:

we live to die,

and all the store of humanity

we set our hopes by

is a sucker's bet.

We live in denial

that flesh is tragic

and life a trial.

I saw a woman in flames;

did the passersby?

I saw her because 

the camera doesn't lie. 

They offered her views

and not a coat 

to smother the flames--

like a goat

sacrificed to the God of 

Likes and Clicks

her death gave a 

Junkie Messiah a fix.

The death of one human

preserved at the end

by hit camera, save

then send.