Jason Espinosa
Row by Row

We amble into perfect lines of red
Row by row by row
We choose to spend 2 precious hours undead
And to the light they choose to herd our souls
But how do we remain so still in there?
Captives of an absent man
And even when we leave the cage unharmed
I know we let him feed us from his hand
We try so hard to think he cannot reach
The core of what we think and what we do
Willing and unaware we're breached
We're somehow changed but not at all confused
Is there any
Condolence for the many?