Analysis of 42

And so She saw, in rippling waves,
the masses stumble forth
from cradle to misshapen grave
like flotsam ‘pon the shore.

“You eat!” She cried. “You defecate!
You fornicate, abuse.
Your lust for All depreciates
the world as well its use.”

“We eat,” they moaned, “because we must.
We romp, we cry, we kill.
To live, alas, is All for us
though living makes us ill.”

They shuffled on then, helplessly.
Their tide would not be stemmed.
To live, She thought, is to despair
of living without end.