Modern Man

I am a social golem,
A construct of the communal.
I am a hitchhiker on the shoulder
Of a mystic freeway snaking
It’s way through cities of illusion.

I am a carton of coalesced thought,
An artifice assembled of what’s come before.
I am a parade of packaging, racked and stacked
In columns and rows of cubic conformity
To appear uniform from every observable angle.

I am silent in shame from this gallery
Of paintings portraying other’s sins.
I wander in the wasteland of what was,
Trying to seek balance for what should be
With the selfish comfort of what was lost.

25 comments

    1. Thank you, Tanya. You are always so kind in your praise of others. You are a masterful writer, so I am honored by your presence and your praise. I love it when something I write lures you out from hiding to comment.

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  1. I am a carton of coalesced thought. How masterful is this?
    A social golem. A robot, yes and also (in Jewish legend) a clay figure brought to life by magic.

    Absolutely wonderful!

    Trying to seek balance for what should be
    With the selfish comfort of what was lost.

    You killed me with this one. Bang bang.

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