Metastatic metamorphosis
evolutionary change
time-lapse ticking
Will it be human? Will it be strange?
Will the new growth be cancer
Will it nurture the body electric
Will the cocoon become a chrysalis
and we remain liquid psychometric
Non-Newtonian settled in a groove
Life not impacted enough to solidify
Dehydrate and crust over
evaporate and waiting to die
Vertebrates sell their bones
thinking change is in the air
when the time comes to make the change
Their spines are no longer there.
You’ve forgotten what you are
where you’ve been, how to live
you’ve sold the plot and cried of loss
and the soul you had to give
If god were real
and sober
and caring
She would have aborted you decades long past
your whining
your compromise
bread and circuses
That could have been something so vast
This is what we’ve become
This is our slow quietus
We gave up on looking outward
for walls and artifice
Mocked for accolades they did not request
the children of the house of Me
left on the hook for foolish ancestry
and a world that shouldn’t be