Poetry: The Sterilizers


They live in hermetic worlds, awoken

By the obscenity of the homeless:

The demons of their faith. They cleared the air

Of dangerous aromas, sanitized

Language to keep psychic villains at bay,

Made death itself the image of failure,

Denying existence and its purpose.


Consuming vast amounts of medicine

To quiet their dreams, they categorize

Meaninglessness, removing all pleasure

From discovery, then scurry quickly

Behind invisible walls where the talk

Vanishes on impact, a silent scene

Of brittle, victorious lifelessness.

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