Sheep

They walk together,
like sheep
or
like wolves,
these
faceless people
with their
cloven hooves.
Nobody knows
who anyone is,
nobody knows,
our eyes are
blind
with so much
black wool.
Repeating the same
mistakes
our fathers made.
Same mistakes,
and we lay
the same
exact blame.
Name-calling
games turn into
years of burning hate,
and we stand
together
As we secretly dance
aflame.

Nobody knows why,
I guess
no one
is to
blame

Turning ignitions
made from
sewer systems
that we fused together
with the light we’re
letting in.
Keeping the ditches
covered up with
some wishful looking
flowers that I
bought
at the store
before
I let you in.
No, we don’t need anything.
So quit asking.
No, we don’t need anything.
Mind your business.