Haiku for my bum bear

Thrashing and tearing
a blunderous black bear-ing
trash turned into treats.

Wobbles and pitches
to follow the garbage and
drink down drain ditches.

The bear has no dread,
so full from the spread left spread
all across the yard.

Human

Hypocrite, yes but not what it seems
Hypocritical, but not an illuminative digression
It isn't a mark on remarkable difference
It won't split the chord on discordant dull harmony

It is all mired there, though it is not far from here
It pervades all there is, in this defenseless mess
In euphonic similarity, it's all that I blame
It isn't the awful, the sinful, the rest
It's everyone here, one murderous blink

A Gift...

Cremation: become a pollutant that will be cherished for generations.

The End

Rapid pulse gets stronger, open capillaries bring power to the machine
Chills crawl through hands riding calming steel
Breath comes more quickly now, driving deep but never satisfying
Alert and anger as the symphony of panic sets in
Sharp resolve and action, a moment of fleeting confidence
The balance of equations, the remainder of energy in unrest
The illusion of resolution operating in confusion masquerades as the end