tinkering in the tombs

after decades of
languishing within these
torrent tombs
i have come to the conclusion that
people were not put here for
punishment,
pentance or
rehabilitation
rather
to test the bounds of endless
steel and
metal and
iron.


breathing and living
testers, benders,
pullers, breakers.


what could these people do to
these elements?
when left to
tinker, probe, explore
their own devices?


what could they do when
left with no hope,
no vision?


what could they do
when they bend,
splice,
twist,
ponder….
divide,
conquer the elements simply bcoz
WE ARE HUMAN?


in the boxes we go
steel cages,
metal cuffs,
iron shackles.


what could this plug do
if we attatched X to Y?
how many times could we kick on this door
and it’ll no longer stay closed?
if we crack this open
could we create that?


what has been bestowed upon us is a
CURSE
of imagination,
curiousity,
adventure.

we find it in
tools and
gadgets made from scrap
and home made hammers.


we just can’t sit still
inside the steel.
the steel must
BEND
to our will.


can I remove this plank
and conceal
from the ever probing eyes?
after all we’ve been denied
can we just have some things
to ourselves?
something even if tiny
to fit in our palms?


so, we invent compartments,
trap doors, fake walls,
holes in the ceilings,
pits in the floors.
it’s not because we want to forever be
criminal, deceivers, scammers.


we have just been so
thoroughly dissected.
eyes always on us-
when we piss,
when we shit,
when we need to stroke,
when we cry.


so we pry,
like you,
into every crack and crevice.
we cavity search,
like you,

every space
to see just what we can do with it.


and sometimes
we discover…

 

we’re smart – not dumb.
we’re winners – not losers.
we can – when you said we never would.
we discovered
being genius,
inventors,
mechanics,
wire wizards,
rig – it – up champions….
when we was told you
should ‘ ve, would ‘ ve, could ‘ ve
been something else.
if only left to be
ME
my tinkers would be on
space shuttle ships,
computers and
cars and
homes and
gardens….
where this talent deeply inherent within me
would BLOOM
and not go BOOM
from AR-15 shots
when we figured how to
pop the lock,
wedge the gate,
outsmart those that said
we’d never figure it out!


we have.


in the dark,
with no property,
no love….
we have figured out that
we are not here for
punishment,
pentance or
rehabilitation
rather
to tinker with all this
steel and
metal and
iron
all just to show
exactly why we are
nothing but what you claimed we never were


HUMAN.

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