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Dead Actors

Amy Kuhn

 

A façade of feeling
Is deceiving ourselves to believing
We are still human-alive-
Though we are as dead as our intensity.
Is this progression a digression? -No improvement.
Each musical revolution made us dance and believe
We can no longer commit
To the half truth of hype, nor turn our backs
So we follow everyone else-
I don’t know who started it-
To sit immovable with our drinks
In front of desperate pounding, strumming, straining,
Reverberating within the veins
Of these fortresses housing empty hearts,
These lost and oblivious cadavers.