Left hand spread wide
to cover his own face,
as he runs crouched, all knees,
eyeballs peeking between fingers,
a hood and a bandana and the night,
anything dark to hide behind.
One person makes a thing and another person makes another thing and everyone wants everything. The peace and order of society becomes more important than the relief of the miserable.
He sprayed a can of red paint
in her face, that's what the blood
looked like, a perfect circle
of aerosol rose. It took 140 stitches
to put her nose back on.
"Criminals get sentenced, but not the machine that keeps churning them out, just as drug addicts get sentenced but not the lifestyle that cries out for chemical consolation and an illusion of escape." - Galeano
Bodies gathered in line to be casted
in the single mold of consumer society.
As we wait our turn, we argue the statistics
of a quarterback, the mechanics of sex.
We emerge from the plaster to become
military men and McDonalds fryers,
even Adam Smith knew: "The man
whose life is spent in performing a few simple operations
generally becomes as stupid and ignorant
as it is possible for a human creature to become."
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