The Black Box

The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the beginning of the next shift. They came, and they tested and then they required adherence to the law. What law? The one law they painted into place for us… from our lost imaginings, and faith spent wrongly. Together, trapped in the moment, a single instance in time that refused to pass to the next. Nice words… are echoed, as if sung loudly in a cave, dark with shadow, and then immediately swallowed up… in silence. Fights, lessons in public places. Brawls and beatings to show control, where there is none… and never will be. Scuffs at first, then real marks are ground onto and then into the surface. Marred deeply… Becoming part of solid stone, which will show again with each days passing, into forever. “Ask yourself..., Who are the speaking about?”