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Dave Bonta
see how people other others
as the news guns gun for our kindness
as if they would buy time
by the help of a watchmaker
our vexation at expecting change in society
an abortive child preserved
fresh in salt
we press the little ex-hand
and after some time at the office
die of apoplexy
and sometimes what the world needs
is a bit of silence
to remind society
what monsters
we've become
The curtains
That cover those windows
Of yours
Won't protect you
From society
The only thing
That will
Is you
Reluctantly I joined
the school systems, the
workforce, the more
or less normally regulated
life. Some discomfort
and no enthusiasm were
involved. I saw what was
expected and operated
along those lines. These
are not systems I invented,
nor have I the power
to invent others. One joins.
That’s all. Society is strange.
It is not something I
take to easily. Reluctance
has made me wary but steady.