Compression Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Stackable living
hackable lives

On top of each other
like bees in a hive

Inside a box
hard corners to know

A neighbor above
a neighbor below

Stackable moments
fractional lies

The walls serve two masters
invasion implied

All differences measured
in bedrooms and floors

A blueprinted nightmare
its maze underscored

Stackable meaning
the truth wearing thin

Its elevator stuck
stairs covered in sin

The higher you climb
the farther you fall

Stackable living
—the death of us all

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2018)