The people in this apartment complex are so nice!
They smile, ask how I’m doing
I can tell they mean it by their bright eyes,
gentle body language, the way they speak of
this complex as a community.
But why does it seem so strange?
Behind these pearly-white smiles,
are they planning my demise?
This birthmark on my back is a mark I carry
from body to body – I die, am reborn
in another time, but my soul remains the same –
forever after the same truth, relentless in pursuit +
snared in masses of mankind + the death-march of progress
toward blood-soaked extinction or utopian dream
(Photo by Majid Rangraz on Unsplash)
Note: This poem was inspired by a theme in the novel, Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. It’s a terrific book and I highly recommend it!