no music plays in our streets
we transport ourselves on soundless trains
or in electric vehicles driven by robots;
we eat rehydrated packaged food and
drink liquid from metal bottles,
living in a honeycomb of apartments
not much bigger than a prison cell;
our eyes are merely slits in our heads
our ears cosmetically removed
our mouth is an opening large enough for a straw
our nose is pushed in flast against our face
we have no neck of which to speak
our bodies are cigar like in appearance
we walk on feet that are more like landing
pads of those alien spacecrafts that
patrol our skies so frequenly nowadays;
there is no marriage... no divorce
no children that complicate our lives
we are merely drones, unable to speak
whose consciousness has been removed
yet we are allowed to exist... in some sort
of guarded environment to prevent
revolts and revolutions that may arise,
from those not as content as us;
for countless years we have existed
with no future or past of which to speak
nor which we can remember... but, a
melody crosses over into our minds
from whence we know not where it comes.
2 October 2021
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