Stoma

We gather in holes

Cannot stay

To build this memorial of decay

I need the echo

In waves

To remember you

Trapped in this universe

Still a human, a coping machine

Merely a funnel

To stoma

Eating reality

Egesting uncertainty

Together in holes

Cannot see

Beyond the reach

Of certainty

Fear the echoes

Of war!

Past and present

Crumbling away

Sucked into this universe

Still human, a coping machine

Suicide machine

Merely a tunnel

To stoma

Consuming reality

Egesting uncertainty