Human Cargo

By Matt Freire

No one around
Pad locked mind
Think for the future
Now is the time
Rotate the key
It will work out
It has to
It’s the only way out

The only way
Must be this
There would be
More silence
If you could taste
Confusion itself
Would you be?
Your tranquil self

Dripping life
Once locked lid
Door to the inn
Shades behind
The head
Particle nonsense
Never ending toll
Human cargo
The porous souls
Is lost

Human cargo
The desperate souls
Human cargo
Prepare for the fall

Fearful
Tasteless
Box

B.O.X.