your words make a nest around me
such that all i have to do now is wait
for the food that i know will come
but they also make fake beaks of plastic
and treesnakes that hiss like motherbirds.
the motherboard sings and the digital wings
take flight. the greatest redistributor of capital
is love. but love is not free
from capital. so we must redistribute
love: we must give the love we get
or else we're doomed to turn the world
into sisyphus' boulder which we'll hammer
into stones that we'll pelt at each other
and because we're estranged from ourselves,
because we're our own others, the stones
we pelt will strike us first.
here, do you see me bleeding?
here, do you see the blood on my hands?
is there enough difference to justify it?
~ ajay
28/8/2024
