Passenger by Stephen Bunch

Passenger

Disconnected, all empathy bleeds
out, mass extinctions nothing in
the shadow of the personal.

The objects of attachment fall
away with the climb, the acceleration—

sheltering rooftops, playgrounds,
streets, cars, pools, the nervousness
of commerce—

then dissipate with the clouds.

Free will long since bartered
for desire, landing is an abstract
possibility but unlikely at this point.
Going is all, all
is gone.

by Stephen Bunch

Editor’s Note: This poem’s grim narrative drags the reader along until the brutal end.

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