no cosmic soup

just a can of spaggettios

each once al dente perfectly defined circles of love

such great beginnings futile nugatory ineffectual vain

blobbing into a mush those stuck together in our can

dusty and forgotten on a sagging shelf with others dented

rusting in our tiny circle those we've touched in our lives

now stuck together rotting in sweetened safe sauce

into a glob each having become indistinguishable

once created to feed starving childrens of Africa

rejected sight unseen without a steamy spoonful

never used

we simply go on

becoming useless

in a forever eternity

an excess commodity

even food pantries refuse

mothballed obliterated

individuality erased

purpose forgotten.