The way we hurt

Customers running up and

down asiles, picking and

shifting as they cast angry

glances at staff as if they

were peasants in their

shopping kingdom.

They bid them on and

yell when words aren't

fast enough, when

actions are always too slow.

Tourists judging every non-

picturesque detail of the

landscape, that we call our

backyard, as they litter and

scatter their traces of fast

food trying to escape

their own memories of home.

Doctors rushing patients along

telling them life-altering results

in 24 seconds flat, eyes empty,

and on to the next one, please.

Hurry along now, someone else

needs to know when they will die.