April 28th, 2018
bars
Spoiler! :
We (most of us)
muck around in our filth
like rats trapped in a gutter,
scrabbling and squealing
to push our frail little bodies
through the bars that leer at us
and block some (too many) of the stars.
We (most of us)
aren't going anywhere;
there's time enough
to roll around in puddles out of love,
throw ourselves in piles
of foul-smelling, cast-aside refuse,
and come out long enough
to stick out paws through the grating
and push our babies - children or art -
into the (too big) outside world we can barely see.
We (some of us)
never looked up, but turned
and followed the sewer lines,
leaping over chasms
and skittering in a maze in the distant hope
of finding a heaven,
because we would rather see the scene
than the picture of it,
no matter how much worse the risks are
(we hope it's worth it).
muck around in our filth
like rats trapped in a gutter,
scrabbling and squealing
to push our frail little bodies
through the bars that leer at us
and block some (too many) of the stars.
We (most of us)
aren't going anywhere;
there's time enough
to roll around in puddles out of love,
throw ourselves in piles
of foul-smelling, cast-aside refuse,
and come out long enough
to stick out paws through the grating
and push our babies - children or art -
into the (too big) outside world we can barely see.
We (some of us)
never looked up, but turned
and followed the sewer lines,
leaping over chasms
and skittering in a maze in the distant hope
of finding a heaven,
because we would rather see the scene
than the picture of it,
no matter how much worse the risks are
(we hope it's worth it).
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