Strange how gentle and naive

the language was

used to consign us to the corner

and our own language

by turns a child’s or a maniac’s-

But times were lean our horizons were narrow

our focus was weak.

Human consciousness expanded;

education, the internet

like the spreading light,

the mushroom of drunkenness

the floating head and the blood flow to somewhere above the body-

But we just got drunk

we dealt in simple verbs

as the world left us behind.

And what then were we

destructive and stubborn as virus

stunted and deep rooted in the concrete

strong medicine did not remove us

and rotting was our rebirth-

But the world pushed on beyond us into space

“Here to go.”

we stay