sanama

all yours

the debts of parents, the wars

initiated by absent fathers and

sustained by overworked mothers

no one knows about dying until they do

––

hold the position,

keep the motor running,

try to build a silencer for it, cover it

constant cracks, though

and then the escaping noise

but used goods won’t be refunded

the sellers long gone, dead or living in denial,

forever on the run somewhere in the South

––

again the deadly pressure 

on the young how long

until the spinal cord gives up?

how much of the eternally growing life expectancy 

spent for labor?

and how much of it spent in 

writing and reading of the self-caused mass excintion?

and how much of it spent under the spell of burnouts, how many

days the apathic future?