Bodies

Perfunctory and languid,

Branding their plagiarist decrees

On lined, pressed paper.

Not a glance upward,

Steady gaze downward.

Almost                                 

Like I’m the only one alive in this

Void of “Text This, Text That.”

Where no

Human 

Could still be dragged from

Beneath the bed

Where the monster lies.

Almost

                   Like I’m the only one to survive this

                   Holocaust of classic

                   Thought.

                                  

Human

Instinct to “monkey see, monkey do.”

                                       

Almost

                   Like my time was over as theirs began,

                   Although we were at the same time.

                   And I am left behind where I feel safe;

                   Where I can say that I’m

“Human”.

                             

Then a soft voice

Tells me I’m going

Nowhere.

                             

Like the numb fingers

                         Have found my womb

                              Inescapable.