The 20th Century (Still Upon Us)

I found myself looking for people
when
the world had locked them away
and privatized them.

Put them in beige boxes to do
their work everyday from
eight a.m. to five o’clock p.m.

Placed them in orderly housing,
turned on the TV for them to
stare into and
handed them bills and mortgages
to adhere to.

Driving their Ford trucks and Chevy’s.

I looked in the forests,
over grasslands,
under real skies, clean air,
with the ancestral stars at night.

I looked and no one was there,
learning the anthem of the cosmos,

the form
of the human
that is being,

the kind of consciousness suspended
in time.

No,
I looked and they were watching TV.

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