We’ve all done something with life
Farm Boys and cows
Computer Programmers and technology
Household Maids and juicy gossip.

I talk to those kinds of people the most

I guess you might ask
why don’t I talk to someone else
there must be more interesting options

it’s not that I haven’t
queen elizabeth was nice
black beard was a little tipsy
caesar agustus was mean

it’s just that I know them enough
everything they say is the same
living or dead doesn’t matter.

unlike the greats of history
I’m a part of the Faceless, Nameless, People

you’ve heard us only in great passing:

We settled the west

We were sold into slavery

We died of plague.

that’s the best We’ll ever get
you can’t see all Our faces
imagine all Our names
or know all Our personal stories
because everyone who truly knew us is gone

but Susan walked the oregon trail
later on she’d be the ancestor to a president

Henry was a baby
Separated from mom at birth to be bought like cattle
His family lineage brought forth george washignton carver

Victoria died of the black death
leaving her husband to remarry




having a daughter
who would have a son and so on and so forth
until winston churchill came into the world

of it all We should stand tall
everything’s connected by the smallest strings
and if one string snaps
then the whole structure comes tumbling down.