I am doing, doing, doing.

I am doing, doing, doing.

I am doing, doing, doing.
I am doing, doing, what those
witches and wizards
cannot succeed in doing,
purblind passivity prevails.


I am pawned by this wicked world,
What is happening is a conundrum,
or His time honored scheme, know not,
Suffering is part of His doing,
Struggle and submit, alone His doing.

The chicken hung in the marketplace,
as if in a haberdasher,
colorful, yet caught in a canine trap,
soon to be disheveled, torn asunder,
their doing, doing, these en masse dying,


I am dying of envy of those
Flamingoes wading,
Suffering and submitting,
A doing of HIS.
Enjambment continues.