Fail, All Hail!

(triggers for the three people who might read this: nsfw but might be my saving grace and yours, too?)

 

Fail, All Hail!

All I see
through the filter
of my own failure
is your failure.
Which isn’t to say
that you  
failed, too.
Yet all I see is
survivorship
bias.
Everywhere.
The history
 of evolution
 is 
 about the screaming blood
 of failure,
 without recovery, 
 genes lost forever
 to the pool,
 just as much 
 as it is about success,
 that smarmy
 chimp 
 in the corner
 throwing faery dust
 on the rest of us.
 
 I look on my shirt
 I don’t see faery dust.
 I see
 shit
 and blood.
 Mine,
 yours,
 ours, 
 all the way down.
 That’s all
 I see. 
 What I feel
 is another
 thing entirely.