Save means to live

What a wonderful garden,
It's such a shame that the bugs all eat each other.
I wonder why,
As I crunch the torso of an unfortunate other.
 
The breeze and blooming curves of ripening fruits,
Tickle my senses, from here.
And over there, a misery.
 
Lacking not in basis, but in topology.
How terrible! How mundane!
That I should kill you because I live here and you live there.
From space and time, a billion horrors and agonies of dull logistics.
 
And the vertex of a twisted shape crieth "King",
As it lumbers t'ward death's maw in a rigid embrace,
Thinking to choke time with its mass.