When the soul is lost
What does it matter
What happens to the body?
We plucked you from your
Corrugated subway slumber.
Does it matter that the cell door is unlocked
When the spirit is imprisoned?
Work for me and I won’t kill you
Work for me and I’ll protect you
We made a deal, you signed the contract
The only contract worth signing
Is the one that cannot be written
Forever wordless, completely knowable
They go willingly into their crate,
Master says they like it there
Gives a feeling of safety.
Prisoners, dogs, monks, slaves,
Employees, pawns, you