People People
People will pat the dirt
That just covered
Your body…
With a smile on their face.
People aren’t humans anymore.
They’re finely pressed suits
With Rolexes, or eyes
Staring at a blinking cursor.
People aren’t people.
They aren’t locked hands
Or strong embraces.
They are gnashing of teeth.
They are weeping
Into pillows they doused
With chloroform
Just to find rest.
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