Milk of Human Kindness

A torrent of white pouring out

streaming on the floor

spuming in fountains of desire

until it finds its new tomorrow.

I gulp the milk of human kindness

it sprinkles out through the holes

in my tainted sieve of fractured pieces.

I found the white gold tempting me

from the taunting words of Lady Macbeth

telling her husband he has no ambition.

He kills and schemes his way to the throne

his milk of human kindness curdles

death captures his soul relentlessly.

I realize that the milk of human kindness

evaporates and sours if not sipped swiftly.

Tis a sad tale of Macbeth and his Milky Way

an invention of the bard, William Shakespeare.