If Blood were clear. . .
Would it still raise the sickening, eerie, sensation that is Gore?
Would its corpus matter still resonate with deep fear?
Thus,
Blurring the lines of accident and purpose
Would its assigned urgency be replaced with a tranquil calm? A handling?
Perhaps Purity would embrace freedom
if the crimson Darkness that pools
no longer Stains
How convenient for civilization would it be?
For all the minds with their pieces scattered
Clicked
An effort to conceive of a higher Ignorance?
Only to produce chaos and agony
The faults behind the Killing of innocent beings
Would conceive of a higher Ignorance?
As Ignorance courses heavier than morality
The Poison of the conscious
Manipulation to free will
The synapses mitigated from fight or flight,
beneath the skin a rush of intrusive decisions
Boiling by the pint
So perhaps
If Blood were clear. . .
Becoming a doctor would be the most feasible
Accountability left in the hands of narcissists
With constitutionality belittled to a mere opinion
Societal constructs blurred into federal law
And disputes tied down by the name of equity.