death is futile; life is futile.
enough moments to witness,
bury move on;
there's no time before the bulldozer
no reason means,
there's no stopping the sunlit rays
on office buildings come morning,
there are remote emotions
in remote bodies to be expunged.
in the sewage below, washed away
the things we held dear,
before us the importance of fluorescent lights
another day nothing to feel.