We’re sitting in a mansion
The walls, from wall to wall, dressed in opulence
Drown the colour of our skin.
We have food
Banquets of the tamest fantasies
To fill our hungry stomachs;
And even our hearts
With charms and music and endless play.
We have consuming health
We dance in our resistance to the impossible…

…And yet the door stays open
And the noise spills in.

27.I.23