The land

I found the landscape beautiful
Like a fool who sees the beauty in everyone
Regardless of how they look or act

At times the land
Hummed with bees
Burst with flowers
Grew green carpets
Witnessed the birth of springing lambs
At other times
It was an apocalyptic wasteland
Barren, save for
Burnt black stubble
Bleached dry grass
Dead lambs dancing
Flatly contorted
Scattered across the land
Organs harvested by predators precisely

The sky and clouds
A backdrop to this state of flux
Always changing too
No two moments the same
For the sun
The moon
And the Milky Way

Humans 2.0

People close up tight
Into seeds
Into shells
Into sugar coated pills
Curl like armadillos
Armoured cars
Brace for bullets
Arm against amour
Curb against coeur

Node links swiftly sever
Smiles terrify
Contact is a core incursion
“Hello” raises shields
“How are you?” is a bullet
Heading straight for your heart
Each attempt to connect
Is enough to shock you dead

Safer to play
On virtual stages
With other actors
In fantasies of your making
Than open to one
Who asks how you are
In the flesh
With their breath
Sitting an arm’s length
From your heart
It might wound you to feel
It might kill you to connect

Not your monkey

I will not be your mouthpiece
I will not be your pawn
I will not be your puppet
I am not Satan’s spawn

I will not do your dirty work
I will not shield you
I will not do for you the things
You find too hard to do

I will not be your mouthpiece
I will not be your pawn
I will not be your puppet
I am not Satan’s spawn