There was one long ago
a human who lived as one
but now the one of the collectively
had done the undone
that returns the silence of the era.
The ones and twos stand with shoulders and skin
and worry which is which, who will see
who will see me
do the things I do
standing as such in a way that others may be
looking at me.
I posture and fix my hair, set out,
go to the shopping center, greet, handshake
look for life as American Idol on TV.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin