Are you a crowd
— are you a hunting pack — are you a domestication plasma,
half machine-half skin production, are you a punishment-love
hypnosis, are you a Segmenter without eyes or heart or blood,
are you the remoteness that is all we know now, are you the
barcode of humans at so many gates, checking-in, interrogated,
zapped by desolation at every turn, are you the Symbol-maker of
detachment, are you the finger exercises taught to monkeys, are
you the follower of “the killers are always the powerful,” are you
the Force-eater
somewhere in there
there is change — Change-speakers
Change-churners even in the tiniest things
— a falling leaf