Dull Heart

I don't ask much.
If you die on the road be courteous enough to do it
by the weeds beside the asphalt.

Be accountable for your actions and your missteps
that happened to turn a turtle
into a decorative shell plate
to rest a vase
on your coffee table.

Be willing to answer for your war crimes.
And be answerable to the united nations
inside the heads
that are still trying to account
for the missing.

Don't eat everyone else's food
when you know good and well
you could have eaten
before you decided to cross the trenches on a holiday.

Put things back where you picked them up
when you are in someone else's domain.

Leave it better than you left it
when you can remember to

and

Always be ready to pull up your socks
your stakes
your weapon
and bring a towel to every interface.
You never know when
it will be handy.

I don't ask much.
What I do ask is this:
Never, ever, on your life,
panic.