The
new human is soft yet evolved
Surrounded
by wire and plastic
Susceptible
to rain
Wind
Flame
They
are strong in small corners
Yet
easily beaten
In
the great wide open
Being
inherent to the crowd
They
do not stand out from the crowd
A
contradiction
Ants
that swarm without interaction
Carried
on the promise of importance
Anxious
and driven by
Someone
Somewhere
The
new human is destined to fail
To
devolve
Plant
pots on heads
Boiler
suits
Screaming
surreal nonsense for all to
Enjoy
And
they can’t even see it
Coming.