Gaffes Will Be The Glory

To err is human, to something is divine.

I could google it.

But I have a problem with the whole set-up.

Pit human against divine, it’s obvious:

humans lose every time.

But where it goes from there—I’ve had enough.

The planet would be better without us.

Machines can do everything better than humans.

Humans are only special in how much we suck.

What happened? Why do so many of us hate us

enough to believe the world would be better human-free?

Is being human not enough to console us in our relentless flaws?

To err is human? More like to self-loathe is human.

Can I plead for healing without accusations of 

centering humanness, species ranking and whatever else?

It’s no wonder we are marching dead on into division,

destruction, dystopia. Do we really see no flaws

in our plot to mechanize all things?

It’s a plan humans came up with, after all.

But mistakes are not gnats to be blotted out.

They keep it real. They mean we’re not machines.

They give us so many chances to forgive ourselves.

To try again. For a species not so contorted with distress,

that would be balm.