What We Are Poem by Bengt O Björklund

A hand that recoils in petty pilfer
signals dark dead discipline
and vile shark reptile restitution.

Implicates each new born second
and every fully fledged sanctuary
where true human expectation will warp.

Theft is located somewhere
between the third and forth vertebra
signalling to the long lost tail.

Prostitution goes far outside
while transparent skin
tells another tale.

Codes of conduct
define what we are
as we materialize.