Eighteen

A million poems & poets
A million drops of water
They will never be noticed
We are digging stars from the ground
And bodies from the sky
Taking drugs to remember
And trains to forget
Bodies beaten and aged
Romantic fast flights
Making up for slave-life
McDonald's minds
Dying
Unnoticed and unattended to
Silent and unaccompanied
Begging or bleeding for a piece of fame
To bury a bone we can never call "mine",
Clock strikes;
We're out of time.