Reality Poem by Patti Masterman

Through so many brains we've viewed the array
We find or dismiss odd parts of the whole
Deep in skulls cauldron, the wayward senses mix
While old men keep shouting to mind the soul
And empty graves leering up at the sky
They know who'll be filling them up by and by
A factory setting quite deftly disguised
To hide the conveyor belt sandwiched beneath
Nothing can last here, we've often surmised
Before we're much wiser the picture's compete
Our bodies of stardust enrich the loam
We'll never stray far from the star we call home
The days of our lives will disperse like wind
In total, we arrive and depart, without friend
And the rack and pinion of all we think real
Begins to dissolve with the loss of one wheel.