so overwhelming
here comes the mundane
lifting myself from cushion,
reeling into corpse
I secure a blessing first
before I die,
then off to meet other
souls
no force
the bus may be warm
yet, it listens and warns
a long journey towards
judgment day
the train awaits
bearing more of us
no one dares to utter
a moan
we’re aware of our destiny
no fuss
we arrive to be beaten
we are also silenced
is this a punishment
for entering?
not a home in sight
no cheerful delight
we’re told it’s a choice
conceived out of a
foolish yearning
no singing
desperate to escape
praying to stay alive
yet, dignity holds on
to survive
it’s fine,
keep trampling it
down
to fight back is
a waste of time
it has already
stuck into the skin
society, this mundane,
it stings
what’s even more overwhelming
is they’re afraid of the sun
all of us are going to die
at once
but I refuse to leave with
snakes and vultures
eating off my heart
my corpse will not let me
lay to rest until I am
satisfied with my art
though I am ready
to depart
The overwhelming.
The mundane.*
