Brackish Reinvention

[Royal Kumari]

Downbeat lost lives gain compliance.
Adorn cloak to hide roads travelled;
animals glance square in the eye.

Showing up a stranger leaving a stranger;
moral bewilderment.

Pupils dilate magnetic realms of black ink.
Spoke, said regret;
self-loathed lost chance.
Notice grain in fiber of being.

Mere hope smallest bird pushed out,
twists and writhes,
finds a worm for itself.

[Cliff Sombito]

I like the way that the fourth stanza finishes the poem, it's like comparing the bird to me, to us and we are all out there seeking our worms.

The second stanza was a good one, seeing we're all strangers, it makes no drama.

[Mark T]

RK. Good to see you're around. Thanks for posting this interesting write. There's a sense of urgency, speaking in random cipher, as claustrophobic coils of collective constriction enfold the last flutter of the true individual. My take, anyway.