Much Too Big To Be Blamed

They look down from their sprawling place

High in the truck,

Barely watch as I scramble

Never flinching too much...

They have taken this job, and they

Come to the call,

But beyond that they don't aim...

Only flies on a wall...

Though they crush without thought

They hold wheels they must turn...

In the teeth of the gears

It grows hard to discern

If I blame their control

Or my own foolish state...

Far too large for the burden...

Their future uncertain,

But certainly falls

Past the realm of the small...

Much too big to be blamed

As they watch me with eyes

That have gone dull from privilege...

Their lobster stalks dry

At the point that the optics transmit

To the skull...

Much too big to blamed...

Ours is flesh that they cull,

And muscle they tame,

But it's all just so easy...

Like reflex they squander us...

Only waste what is pleasing...

6/6/25

Bunny Villaire