Catalogued Memory

Wearing black and white

Faded colors in shades of grey

With smeared lipstick and

Unkept nails

They looked sideways

Through the cracks in

Their eyelids dimmed shut

To the light radiating and

Bouncing off of their backs

Walking in drones of

Four by four lines

Marching and chanting

And mourning their identities

The shared consciousness in

Motorized humanity

Crushes my heart like sour grapes

And I kneel by the side of the road

Weeping for mercy to myself