Brittle bones

Our brittle bones
crack upon contact
With machines we build
A tiny pile of bones an offering to metal gods
Like the bones of a bird crushed in our hands
The fluttering heart can stop with one tight squeeze

Yet we strut as if we owned it all
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Thoughts while walking past a bulldozer
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Brittle bones
crack upon contact
with machines we build

An offering to metal gods

Like a sunbird in our hands whose fluttering heart we stop
tiny ribcage we crush
With just one squeeze

Yet we strut as if we own it all