Walker Lady
Once again I am dumb
I read of “Modern Time”
The time of: “for my job.”
That is all, and conscious? ! ?
Marry Ann, old woman had walker
Bus came, went, driver rejected
“Insurance problem….I can’t help”
No conscious! ? !
I forgot we are dead
We, robots, and slaves are experts:
“For this…that…I am made.”
No further, no brain
No conscious
This is why proud old
Insists on: “Pull plug.”
And I need a hermit
Like swan, Carmelite
To die in loneliness
Far away…far away
In her arms, warm and kind
My always, Mother Earth
Both naked, no man’s eye.
In jungles or water
Off the heights or towers.
Lifted head with pride: “I am man.”
Is lowered, is ashamed: “I am man.”
No conscious; I have failed.
Marry Ann, old lady, grandma,
It was you, it was I
Slogans:
“Beauty, sex-free, small bowls and portions,
Closed doors, blind eyes to others.”
We, therefore, deserve this.
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