we are loudly breaking from the maternal womb
with the dark speed
like from an apocalyptical prison
oozing with amniotic liquid
blind and translucent androids
tattoo us on our soul
the barcode of the collective anxieties
we are excessively and zealously fed
with false blood
we get old prematurely like the ephemeridae
we don’t grow mouths hearts lungs
before we could ultimately disappear
a hairy and skeleton-like hand
of a vegetarian cannibal
pass us through the mincing machine
and place us to preservation