“They wrap the world in plastic skin,
Sell us futures paper-thin.
Eyes are wired, hearts grow numb,
Forests fall to profit’s drum.
They carve the air with phantom lines,
They carve the air with phantom lines,
Then crown the cruel and call it fine.
A thousand veils and silent lies
The end crawls in beneath our eyes.
DAtum
“What Was Felt”
Ink on paper, 2024
Ink on paper, 2024