The Transitory Damage To The Structure Based Male Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Everyone I know is moving house
Constantly, regardless of status, of employment of family
They have a rootless gene which America has passed on to them
This heredity comes courtesy of a big country
Wide open yet very closed off

Closed off because we know how hard it is to hunt down an opportunity
A wriggling, still living thing
What shape can you chisel out of that, chiseler?
This lack of opportunity makes one wake up missing your sense of possibility
You'll then move from town to town job to job person to person seeking to get back your sense of possibility

What is possible for you is a far more small and stark a list than what a number of seemingly cheerful adults told you
They happily told you that with a sense of cruelty
Like telling a small child he's been adopted or that his pet just died