work in progress
work in progress
By: Naomi McCulloch
every working day
the skin pressed neat and taught over bones
bearing complex webs of care,
this life.
knotted arterial bundles carry each day forward, invisibly
labor, broken genius, toil, foolish dreamer
thru day and night
building and polishing the empty dreams of others
the grave beckons,
too far off to be a comfort,
too soon to behave rationally
in the confines of the perpetuity of this cell
the inevitability so forgone the mention is tedious
swirls of ancient worker dust migrate around the world
generations of populations deeply tilled into the soil
building
the headstone, the cornerstone
of all this
A grim, well-constructed perspective on human life and the civilization it is building. Good work, that stirs the hope we could come to something better.