Smile Wide! We’re All OK!

A price to be put on a life.

Forms shudder at the question plastered on screens

made obvious by a construction society.

From the womb, we come armed,

tongues bared as rifles to evaporate opposites,

mouths primed to be wrecking balls upon poor infrastructure.

---

Good soldiers tear down the fellow man,

but I was preoccupied with the value behind posturing;

the realm where disguise’s veil cannot cover,

and underneath is an unraveling of being.

I wanted to know identity when the television screen was quieted.

I wanted to witness how heroes came to life,

and how Earhart less a person and more a crash,

where the presence is trivial but the downfall is eternal.

---

I progress without direction,

possessing a name never spoken,

exiled to ending outside of the margins

where recollection fails to crystallize.

Tragedy is traded as commodity,

seen as a failure of construction society,

but beyond trusting nods and anecdotes,

the product is as intended.

---

Glory be to those that stumbled upon an expiration date.

Praise be unto our departed,

omniscient overlords of all questions.

---

Call it criminal to abide yet the clues are burned into normalcy.

The living are a disposable breed.

The living are a disposable breed.

It matters not when one roams and can be met.

Irrelevancy graces all that uncover the emptiness tucked under disguises.

A common heart is an invention of gilded philosophy.

The fellow man is a resource, not a breathing human.

---

Sold for gratification,

Leeched off for validation,

Abandoned as a husk:

Experience.

---

It matters not when a heart functions.

The past are cherished well after their passing.

Try to rip gears out of structures but hands become phantoms.

I am insignificance until storied as a loss,

and only then is a price revealed.

( ❤ Mitch)