Peculiar Company

If the light were to dim and the circle disappear, what would hide in the dark?

Sitting in exposure,

We may pull the cord,

Claw the walls,

Pick up the fork and idle the knife,

Do our bodies relay the story of our minds?

 

Search for material where none exists,

Search for a voice where only grunts exhale in silence,

Cover our bodies and turn to animals,

Drink the wine and eat the food, but where do we remain?

Is our humanity within the seclusion of walls or burrowed in street corners?

Consume, converse and conceal.

 

Fight with fading reality, or glue our hands back on,

Play with cards and hope for a favourable pull,

Gamble that we know best,

Kill and relax.

Switch off pixels,

Ignore what explodes outside the walls.

 

Close curtains,

Stare at what is in front of you and realise,

We are no longer mammals,

For we may tell stories of connection,

Of gender.

But when genitalia is stripped away, and we face humanity,

What sits in front of us?

 

What can be created?

You may get boys to play with bunnies,

Or be rather pig-headed,

But we no longer see animals in the mirror, for we have transformed.

Laugh for we are no longer true and sit in your chair and drink your wine and eat your food.

 

Say to your partner that they have become rather peculiar,

And for that,

The fork lands in the pig’s head.

For the pig does not understand what he has become.