Forgetting a Task, Avoiding a Call

Who are you failing today? In hypothetical old age
what will you remember you did today, a Saturday?
Did you take down the tree and think how far you are
from radical to have a tree at all, to kill a thing and own it,
most melancholy plant. But you hate plants! Plants kill and
you kill back, that's the way of it. It's cats they kill, your friends you've trapped;
they're evil! if you release them they're a pox upon the land
and then you've failed both them and birds and surely you've
failed birds enough by now. The windmills and the planes and city lights
you love the city lights! You should love the country but you don't,
in winter in Times Square alone at night you're fine, not railing
at the ads you justify the ads you don't think they're the problem
they're just jobs, you think, it's all just jobs. The city lights and winds
and Christmas trees and cats; the birds aren't jobs, you think, but could be
and garbage is a job so that's ok and the dishwasher saves water, so.
Maybe you're not failing anyone! It's Saturday. Your friends are fine and
you're no hero, perhaps won't make old age at all to look back and regret
so sleep now, while you can, turn off your phone, be quiet, let the plants
die slowly in their thirst.