Redacted
constricted
contracted
restricted.
We are all being closed down
it’s a drop out
a cop out
and we are the objective.
We the collective
disintegrate
under the mighty weight
of the state.
Machinery?
We are the cogs in obscenity
but does it bother me?
I am a tree
growing wild and
think I’m free
’til the man with the axe
comes again
and redacts me.
© 2015, John Smallshaw.
