Everything is different, not so forced,
moment to moment, instants like chain links
past and present pulling both sides.

We’ve become so singular.
Specialization, we call it.
It is a most superior sort of crippled.
We have stacked cities on it. Ancestries.
Like who we are is who all was
and what they did to play their part
should pave some way in determining ours.

All lawyers and wood workers and writers and thieves.
Pretending we’re not all just hungry.
So focused on our focus we forgot
if we chose it or it chose us.

Only know it is now and all we know,
and that no one ever thought to put
just human on the curriculum.