We are /Not/

When the grit crashes

and the black screen flashes

the world back at us


Where we do not

flush each minute with noise

fill all the gaps in the market


Where poop flows 

and is /not/ held hostage 


Where bodies decay

and are /not/ balsemed into eternity


Where kids roam

and are /not/ shaped into useful subjects


Where rivers meander

and are /not/ forced into dams 


Where humans human

and not desperately fill every

nook

crack

cranny

minute

gap

silence

space

and place 


To avoid 

realizing

we became everything

we are not