Call It Anything But What It Is

There is a fear going on
out there in the Calla Lillies.
Everyone knows about it
and pretends not to mind.
It's an empty ohh no
even though it was just
a ordinary old thing
with new details and tags.
There was a house
of big and empty
that I wanted
all of a sudden
or maybe it wanted me.
I don't know why
because there isn't much
to want anymore
and a house open
like that is never greedy,
it's pretty much free.
The flowers there
weren't as thirsty
as they used to be,
that was obvious.
But I wanted that
and that
scared me as much
as the untended grass.
But still the question
remained, why?
Why want that?
Because it is big?
Or because it is beautiful?
Or maybe because it was sudden
and it never seemed to be there
before. I know it was never
there before. I'd bet my life on it.
Maybe the houses
trap everyone inside
before it is too late
and then it is.
So it is this slow panic
of normal intensity, a generalized
fear about everything
and everyone knows about it.
It's an empty ohh no
and they talk about these parts
all the time. Just a little
every day and without the index.
Hopeless. Well fed. Insatiable.
If only it weren't true.
There is the Elect and the Elected.
There are the pious.
There is only one door
and the load is so heavy.