homo-objectus

i want to ask the teller
at chase bank if
he feels human where he stands.

what does he see
through that big thick
bullet proof plexi glass
poorly prescribed lens?

what can he feel there
inside the belly of the beast
disconnected and falsely protected
staring outward at
reality.

you are not a man.

i want to tell him.

not in a battle of the
cock inches,
¿quien es más macho?
kind of way.

you are self degrading.
the next evolution of man:

homo-objectus

disconnecting from the earth and
fellow beings.
growing distant from the shared energy.
freely sacrificing ones' utility
to the one of
undying intention to
hoard.

garble back to me what
you are told
to say in
these situations.

situations are temporary
problems that you call
situations because
you can make them go away.

because we cannot get to you.
you are too big for us.

where is your humanity?

you have been reduced to
a miraculous concoction of
carbon et al atoms and molecules and
treated like a simple, disposable
object.

you help hurt your people.