Conversations on the drug,
an evangelist caught with it, thinking
it makes a terrible sense -- heaven on earth,
one pure high. To some people
it would make more than sense.
I don't believe in Heaven.
But some days I really hope there is a Hell.
Learning more about Meth was one,
picturing people who could take
stuff under the kitchen sink, make a drug,
and then cheerfully sell it.
And a strange uplifting relief that there were
depths the human species could sink to
and still surprise me -- I worry that
eventually there won't be, but the call of money
and profit and Safety at any cost driving some
makes me think I'll never see that day.
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