The Train

The Train

People sit in a trance—

Kaleidoscope eyes fixated on handheld boxes

Like bugs to lanterns.

Their bloated bellies are filled with hunger

As they scroll through their feed

Pecking at “likes.”

They wander through mirrors

And endless box cars

Observing— flock upon flock

Inhabiting

                   box

                           upon

                                       box.

Christina Esser