Simple Machine

Influencing Machine, Jakob Mohr

In this market, it is impossible to know
how long we will remain naked.

We lie on our backs, try to ignore,
for a moment, the cameras watching.

A visionary tells us to better wear
his handpicked masquerades.

When we do, the perspiration comes like a river.
Wave after filthy wave breaks

against our bodies as we try to get our fingernails
above the parts of us we no longer want

to disown. Yes, yes – we’ve learnt to say it
until our fingers fly to our mouths from

whatever it was we were clutching
and everything ends. With a sigh.