Pleasure

We have gone too far already.

Our life is a mine shaft that we dig

in hopes of finding treasure,

exploiting every vein of our bodies,

excavating the vestiges of our flesh

in the hopes of making it cash.

The canary isn’t singing anymore.

The mountain is caving in.

And in the dark

you can see us grinning,

exposing our teeth

to the light of our torches

like the glowing, golden sun.