Helicopters circle
The drain,
Lightbulb eyes peer
Like voyeur whores
From street corners,
And listening dishes rest
Like pigeons homing
Above the towers
But no one watches
Or is listening
It is white noise
What we say
What we do
As we cruise
The obscelescing
Machine
For signs of our humanity
As does the semi-nude
On display before
The barber pole at Rudy's
Looking for communion
When watching is
No longer prosecuted
For the same invisible
Mate still
Checks us
Despite the best
Pettyfoggery
Better mousetraps can buy
The eyes of God still
Glare at us
Behind the blackest
Rayban shades
