Co-pilot
For years I, among you
Particle of the air; unnoticed
Now, away, out of sight
You write and you speak
What is this?
I ran and made contacts
I raced and laughed and asked
Hands were long
Extended to sky
You had bowls too small
Like vultures on skulls
Half-Yoghurt, and spoon for babies
I too was, trained so, it was shit
We are husks in sand dunes
Wind of life blows wild
Sun shines hot
Introverts all of us; who should care?
And whom for?
We; mankind, are no more one nation
We’re rotten, no more are united
Untrue is cry for plane; you are ghosts.
This drum is hollow; meaningless
Media is commerce
I was there with pleas; no one saw, now blames
“He was so and did so.”
You are fools.
Celebrate; I am gone
So do I; I’m away and free
From you, defecates
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