Some rules, about the thing,
called interceptionary, thumbs
made of occidental clay
were introduced by those
seen or unseen, in numbers
drawn into statistical scales
of the dead, for the dead
and without the count were
left out, the unborn babies.
Sweet are, their cheeks
all red, and flushing, blood
pumping through the veins
of muscles, strongest bones
of fear, printed in magnesium
sulfate, artificial, profiteering
for the platters full are, still
for many, eating dirt
scraping walls.
For rules that went and disappointed
life occasions are all fine, and ready.
Be kind with each other people
as if you are not, machines don't know.
#kindmachines