all of those mad dashes
with their long desperate eyes searching for some source
their hearts arrested as though they'd be carried away
the kind words of their head stifled by soap
breaking foregone conclusions with their own bodies
their fate having been lost along the rocks of significance and remembrance
all of those old souls having forgotten theirselves
returning from some mania that is alien even to them
animals that once awakened are slicing at all they can
and determining all they know
ignoring the touch of skin