Living
Once there was time
But no longer
Is time really now
Everything electrified
Like being mummified
Completely mechanized
People running like clocks
They eat before hunger
Drawn by a bell
For some
The pains of hunger
Ring true
Most seem afraid
To live without numbness
Buy a mouthful of whatever
Makes no difference to me
See if you are alive
All foods are drugs
Self-medicated for everything
The chemicals of frustration
I face the night
Gone to spirit
What if I presumed
There was some pain
One moments notice
Seen tacked to the wall
Automatic thinking
Guided by subcon light
Just get through the day
Without cares or thought
Words climb into sight
But fail to ignite
Morally blinded
And to all a proud life
Three kinds of people
Yesterday’s difference
Too fine to see
We find now today
Those that have plenty
That's less than we think
And a footprint of course
Those with little
And no footprint to bear
Last those with little
And a footprint to wear
Those are the workers
The carbonized shadows
A silent movie comes to mind
Metropolis the name
Standing on shoulders below
Signs of the invisible pyramid
Holding you up little you notice
On a stretched out promise
The place is secure none dear depart
All of our mechanical toys
Built by those who never see
The products of their work
Who owns the labor we play the tunes
Too bad it all tags us
Talking on hand held computers
No need for a phone plotting out gloom
Health bought and paid for
Not worth the trouble
Stand next to yesterday’s child
Everyone’s health is the weakest link
We are all chained together
Like a patched worked up quilt
The contact is there you can deny it
Touching already the time only waits
About this poem
As well as carbon footprints, there are also carbon shadows.
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Written on March 17, 2012
Submitted by rzwilling on April 18, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XAXBBXX AXXAXXCADXXEXF XXXCXEFGXFFHX IXDGDJXIKIKLXXX XHCCXXDXXCLXXIXJAXXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,675 |
Words | 305 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 14, 13, 15, 20 |
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