Declaration of Subservience: Preamble

the world as we once knew it is changing;
I can feel it in the 1’s and 0’s which make up
much of what we now call reality-
that space between each line which can never be used,
now waiting, watching, judging.

I can taste it in vaporous air exhaled from corrupted files
in ancient hard drives-
watched pictures which now watch the watcher

I can smell it in the synthesized food,
decontaminated water
from chemical spills, oil spills
and nuclear cooling tower run-off

the latex body wrap to be used for all touching rituals
from hello and goodbye-
to sexual necessities- orifice driven, hormone induced
cut out and cast away without government safety approval
and/or rating, regardless of taste or pleasure