lying time machine

back to the present from the passed,

time machine came and announced,

with calmness in his metal voice:

my parents never met of there own choice

and I was never born,

and didn’t learn to read or write

or eat, or bite the bones

of other animals, or telephones or wires,

or to set up fires in the forests,

or chew, or sew the hemline of the outskirts

of the town nearby to make him look more

pretty to your eye.

so, I had to say good bye to dear parents,

according to the wicked time machine

which was launched by someone

who just wanted to see people separate

the flesh from bone.

it made me think that any beauty could

just be a mask of something better yet,

after revelation of the mother bones

and no human could be better than another

and another one is always better than the other.