what if we were made
to recycle our hearts
after they were used
would we be more mindful
of what we eat, how we live?
what if we had to recycle our spirits,
but could keep our soul,
would we care at all about the ones to come,
knowing whomever gave you yours
was taken care of by someone loving?
and aren’t we all just recycled genes,
generation after generation?
you came from your parents and
they came form theirs
and so on and
so shouldn’t we take
more pride in our creations,
the creation you breathe out of —
or are we all too ashamed of who we are?