they moved like robots that night;
their arms bending against unseen
friction and their eyes open so long
that a fly could come and eat it away
without so much as a blink

these men, who claim compassion,
sit with their tall shoulders casting
dark shadows upon the lesser beings
they judge but they know nothing of
what it’s like to be in the blackness
of their apparition

I see the strong ones who cast them-
selves into these metal men’s prison
and when I see them return they are
always as soulless as the ones who
took theirs’ away

these men, who move without the
inhibitions of the human condition,
are turned to by those without morality
to be the judge of if they are human