"*Members Of Society"
*Members Of Society
Cold days and dark nights…
Encircled in inner circles with shark types
A spark less life marks the height of this archetype
No focus focused on being sharp or bright…
More so on the torso or bowels of an arctic light…
a cold hearted carnage thought to be cathartic right?
To conceal and seal up the wounds of a hardened life…
thrown to the wolves to see which cuts quicker…teeth…or the sharpest knife…
bark or bite…
Shades of grey make it easy to depart from light.
An artful gripe…articulated well with thoughts you might…
know the struggles of the *members of society…
violently…admiring peace but not privy to the propriety…
or knowledge of how to make noise…but quietly
So silently…
swept under the rug and given the grimy seats…
and living quarters and food orders from scraps the swine won’t eat.
A time to teach confined minds has finally reached…
and form lines to get behind…the *members of society.
Yet the light of life’s not blinding these…
Eastern Europeans…
Black, white, red, brown, yellow or Chaldean…
Any walk of life can fall in the Caspian
See how they sink, swim, and fare per diem.
Some will be morsels for sea monsters…
For some…survival will force them to be monsters…
Though it’s hard to imagine it…
Do you ever wonder what would happen if…
We…remove the asterisk?
