Notes on a Future Work: "Shock and Awe"

No responsibility
All the time the symptom
Interrogation without a purpose
Woman wakes up
in the room
Can’t feel or remember
The sorrows of a zombie
Dehydrated cannot cry
Memories of her family
The numbness of things
The inability to daydream
But what worth
No one gave her their umbrella to share
The man who drove the bus
saw the black baby with the white poncho
running towards him
He did nothing
Why do we feel this is alright
What do I lose by sharing with you
The feeling of her baby passing through the gates
Then never to breathe
Stasis
A place to be safe
Only from safety can you break free.

 
M. Lucia