You and the you across from you
devour the minutes like stopwatches
taming eyes at the recording apparatus,
With every play reanimate, however
hardly Nietzschean vampires siphoning gas tanks,
brown toothed and giddy
in the last orange hours of apocalypse.
But indeed, we the undead,
even before traffic lights
go black, before foraging WaWa
for canned beans by match light.
You and the you next to you
do not dwindle towards zero, instead
record and upload zombie self
from living room shelf before the world ends
ending the world.
Gnash back at the camera, your eyes explain
your teeth, a bear trap I didn’t know
would turn me into one of you.
But after all, nothing new,
not long ago convulsing hordes
avalanched the sidewalks with shuffle steps, window shopped,
broke nails on chopsticks
gnawing orange chicken,
grunts of approval ‘til next meal,
until we saw the sacred in cyber space.
Hallelujahs shook arcades of the fresh cathedral
with deposits digital from individuals gone underground,
upload passing notes on what it was to be separate,
absolute, existing alone.
But they echoed
And they echoed
And they echoed gnashing teeth
until you and the you across from you
devour the minutes like stopwatches taming eyes at the recording apparatus,