And We - Poem by Mathew Lewis
A cold and meaty sky perceived through a window
Inside the pretentious glow of light and love invade
An otherwise humorless room.
And we, the disconnected, sit with backs to each other,
Escaping the expected dialogue of friends.
Leaves like rattle snakes trodden on by an innocent foot
Flutter angrily, connected by their umbilical chords
To the wrinkled bark of their mother, who, old and tired
Sits and waits for her demise.
And we, the uninvited, stand beneath her limbs,
Expecting her to break us somehow.
A misguided comment from someone outside
wanders in to sit unwelcome by its master.
And like smoke on a clear calm day,
It lingers a little too long for comfort.
And we, the unexpected, spread like a bad rash,
Until we are everywhere.
The air is a violent scent of something too difficult
To name or to describe.
And every sound heard is an abomination,
The fingernails of malice on a board of incomprehension.
And we, the poisonous, transcend every boundary,
Until the world is full of our virus.
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