holding the door open, picking something

shattered off the ground; reassembling piece

by piece in the order you swore you saw it drop

standing there, helpless. a picture

still, still, image

it’s recently occurred

to me no one knows the true 

meaning of the common good

decency’s ignored. self-prioritization

mechanisms engage, fast and throbbing

for those who drink directly

from the hands of whatever stands above

choose to ignore the common good,

where mistakes stand holy, and features are drawn out

in parallel lines to what you believe to be wrong

who ever put you in charge?

why should i, a citizen who stands before

be subject to criticisms.

no one should die,

nothing should change.

those who sing the true song

of the common good

will bleed an eternal life,

and be seen by all who watch

and one who watches all.