At Zero Poem by GRANT FRASER

There you are, and there I'm not,
evident reminders of all that has
come to pass...
Society a contamination chamber,
Your last innocent gesture,
before stripped down to the core,
Sales - Neon - Flashing light of Promise,
Young people scurrying among the sycophants,
Big brands built by think tanks,
I already a victim too,
my wax coat cuts hair,
And I who know this, shouldn't be here,
So I'm over there, and probably not really
there either...
And what's actually going on, beyond this?
Power wielding prestige beyond the the pale,
While teenagers and children
re-enact with characteristic display,
A wormhole of voices trammelling
the paper thin walls,
And I like a stop watch, that can't stop time,
Deface all the numbers, then remove the hands,
Until I see what I'd like to see,

Ego's at one with zero's...