boxed and wrapped up

Trapped 

in a dominion

Of moral thievery

Hierarchical machine

We coexist

In tin cans

With wheels

And lights

And batteries

In boxes of cement

And wet cardboard

With plastic 

Wrapped around our necks

Squearing our cheeks

Thickening our bloodstreams

We are living

In a construction

We created

A life

Through needletips

And domestication