Poem: Listening

 

Listening

 

i’m not, but who is?

cats study dogs who watch people who

don’t know they give off

so many signs.

many, many ears get shrunk

down to tiny pieces of a punished grid.

the economy cuts. 

industry slashes.

hostile hierarchies of

skeletal organizations

prowl hungry for takeovers,

capitalize on leftovers,

scramble to cannibalize.

the math says  

no fear.

justice is a product

built into the integers

of the great equation.

no guilt.

x number of workers,

y number of kicks,

z percentage of

spun-out spun-off sins.

i’m not, but who is?

maybe the pigeons and rats. 

we hear what we need

and do not listen

to anyone who cares.

 

 

 

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