Where do all the onlies go,
When all the rest are gone?
When the voices all are stilled
And all that is, is alone?
Eroding Atlas bears the weight
Of silence, hunched, head bowed.
Where have all the voices gone,
The ones that filled my head
With worith-living life and dreams?
Gagged, bent to fit the rules
Tethered to all of nothing
No reason to go on.