here in our filth
we wallow blind
kind to our broken spirits
resigned to crawl
with the weight on our backs
of a thousand crushing systems
who snuck and weaselled into our lives
in the guise of pure convenience
the cost withheld, a layby made
without our jurisdiction
and standing proud
now on the bows edge
our necks jarred toward the distance
to look below at the precipice
would be the same as jumping from it