put something before me
another face
so i may burn it to ashes
with the fire in my eyes and the
furnace of my brain
isn't this the way we go
to destruction ourselves
turned from breathing
warm flesh with feelings
to nothing at all
in the crucible of
electronic exchanges
humanity now
string of numbers
sterile signals
back into patterns
meaningless stacked
endlessly
atoms emptiness
void
none of us were disposable
none of us were forgettable
none of us were cliche
or useless
or undesirable
***
No comments:
Post a Comment