Killing Machine

Killing machine
Called coincidence
Obstructed by conscience
And so afraid of humans not so.
Device behind eyes
Called morality
Virtues and ethics
Its unpracticed sword and shield.
Karma perhaps a guise
Greater evil at work
Behind the gears
Known as human ire.

Life an accident
Cruelest witticism from the universe
An Almightys creation
Alone to wander
Wondering where siblings sleep.

Just a focus point
Like sentences of Zen
Simple, open minded
Like wandering thoughts
And so guiding them
A canal of rational
Tumbling to one point.
A poem much the same
Ideas made tangible with words
But thoughts after reading
What the writer intends.