Invisible Chains

Ribs to spare, bone the cage of man
The page of man
On which he writes himself
Filling out his flesh
With animalistic fancies

He chains most
Keeps them behind bars
In an edifice of domesticity
Buttoned up, repressing everything
Into his cardboard cut-out life

No more free than the animals he sells
Imprisoned in the present
Whilst others unbound
Get ready to run
Leaving him behind