Pointless
Sometimes
There are
No words
We get swallowed up
Gobbled down
Pretend everything
Is ok
And that
It's not us
Who have buried
Our heads
But that
The world
Has somehow
Miraculously
Improved itself
And then
A man is killed
No one in particular
Just any man
An ordinary man
Or woman
It matters not
To the dead
And a younger man
Escapes
At 21
The next third
Of his time
Will be in
A cage
So he runs
There is no
Difference
He has been
Running
His whole life
Anyway
And it's not
That I worry
So much
About polishing
My Ivory tower
Or the view it
Offers
Or what it costs
To live there
It's just
That for five minutes
I let myself
Forget
I blinked
And in that
Moment of error
Of weakness
Everything
Changed
