Human Bodies

This place, more orange nowadays

The ashen badlands redeem your face

Through magnified glass, still draws me in

Those big eyes draw me in

Distrophy. Stale again. Entropy:

Care so much for Kamikaze copilots who where helmets

Encapsulated but commingling

Privatized public apologies that are bought an sold

Packaged and stored in attics for addicts

Cold hands strumming the mile-high regrets. Perplexed?

Perhaps! Impossible to postpone

Plights of professional penmanship

Unopinionated routines

Worn knees in a crawling season

Easy to imitate the oaks:

Shave a mountain man's beard

Insidious sight-seers

Holding candles to those clutching torches

Torture. How will they put out the flames?

Once proud to be the anxious naive marionette

But in time, became the shrewd, arthritic puppeteer

Compare and contrast

Were you better off then, as you alienated your limbs?

Alienated your purpose to flail?