But It’s All Connected

after Aldwyth’s “Night Shift” 2020

Swinging,

                  hanging on

by the tablecloth

of society. Not sure whether

I sit at the table, or

am served as a course

on it. But the suit

I wear is not for me

and I am tired

of the black tie

that stains my neck.

I want to let go:

forget the tablecloth

and the table and fall

                                    into

                                            the

                                                   bright

                                                              unknown