cradled over cold rails into the 21st century
I’m Stef-Stef Whacket,
and I come from your planet,
just another sperm walking this flooded toilet,
frankensteined from genetic alphabet
and then evicted from the womb.
I was injected with crucifix,
taught by volunteer cops,
and sentenced to the hamster wheel,
and managed into corners
and hammered into place,
while oceans gagged,
and insects coughed,
while we all boiled together.
I bolted my eyes,
barricaded my head,
shut my ears in the cupboard,
and locked myself out of me.
I pickled my soul.
I killed myself to stay alive.
Now I float over brutal tower blocks.
Now I tumble rattling after garbage trucks.
Now I yell through gulls and ventriloquize the sky.
Now, from beyond the grave, I lean in and hold your face.
On hills and in valleys,
In deserts and on coasts,
the human builds its iron nest,
the world does not smile back.