Labels

We are all labels

Skin attached to cables

Stitched to nerves and veins

We are all fables

Wired to the mains

We are a pack of cards

Guided by a dealer’s hand

We are glass turned to shards

We are footprints in the sand

Until the tide takes it away

And we start all over again

We have nothing left to say

And we’re used to the pain

We are all an unknown fable

With names stuck to labels.

(JM)2025