Never Getting the Point

You will die,

and I will too,

an unsaid thing

when we curse

in traffic, or watch

the love we have

grow cold, or push

another “like” button

and read the comments

of everyone else who

will die too but never really

seem to know it.

How He broke through

the depths of our distraction,

our unwanted chains

to the stone of our reality,

and still closed eyes, closed ears,

open mouths, always chatting

about the next thing that will

change our lives for the low,

low price of never getting

the point.