Life sounds of
strange percussion,
like the beats
and breaths
arrested
by the stress
invested
in your flesh.

Pressure
built up
by a system
that doesn’t give
any *****
for humans
with less than
a couple million
in foreign
assets
and more
in family trusts
and corporate
investments.

Sometimes
I seek the
cessation
of painful
impressions,
but to exist
and to listen
is to hear
the procession
of pain’s movement
pushing on
into a song
of humanity’s
progression.