2025-04-18

Burger God

I thought.

When the call to flip the burgers came,
i would go on,
resigned and do the damn thing.

The birds in the sky answer to no one;
they don’t grin at pejoratives from those they devour.
They go out into a world where
their life is simply hiding.

In various places they
aren’t told to stay.
In a box to eat
or that they musn’t
sing or sing
one tune.

Gulping pride,
i’ve tried to idly listen
to fools who don’t know
nothing about anything.

Tell me how to dress and talk and stand and fold and smile.

Meanwhile, my vast worlds’ll be
smothered within me, and i’ll do it myself,
and they’ll rot after me.

Stretched out impossibly thin between
centuries and words,

and the slave drivers can’t remember.

What happened five years ago?