This is the collage on the west wall.
It could be a scene from a film,
Or a long diatribe against the concept.
The captions capture little chunks of us,
Algebraic, economical, selfish orts.
Life is the in the interstices,
Where the anaerobes harvest
The detritus of our gluttony,
And leave the breath a fetid mess.
The sacramental, the honored, the knee jerk -
Here is the weathered post and its chain,
The flesh calloused by the manacle.
It could be a scene from a film,
Or a long diatribe against the concept.
The captions capture little chunks of us,
Algebraic, economical, selfish orts.
Life is the in the interstices,
Where the anaerobes harvest
The detritus of our gluttony,
And leave the breath a fetid mess.
The sacramental, the honored, the knee jerk -
Here is the weathered post and its chain,
The flesh calloused by the manacle.
