I think

Starry-eyed and covered in shit
we wander around the barnyard
breathing hard
only remembering to ask
why we’re here
once in a while,
 
if ever,
 
or never.
 
I thought it was the fog
through the fog nothing is seen
just wandering
into the barn
wandering
up to the troughs
wandering
 
I thought it was the Moans
reverberating off the homes
in our towns they sound so loud
until I turn the TV down
 
I thought it was the screams
I followed down the street
past the fences,
where women are beat
 
and run over,
their children boiled
instead of playing red rover,
 
and no one says a thing
 
I thought it was because
there’s every reason
not to think
when the only thing that matters
is me
me
me
 
“me” on the breast,
gourging on wet fear,
its curse-spewing
jurassic mouth
rests
only when I am not here
 thinking
 
and “me” is back in control
playing its roles,
pretending it has
everything
it wants in the world
 
I think it’s because
we have no souls.
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