Unless The Cameras are Near

by Regis Boff

The property won’t sing the song.
Like when they stopped dancing.
That time before.
We are with them.
Can’t they see?
It’s why we changed their fields.
And dressed them bright.
And numbered them.
We changed the rules.
So it can only hurt so much.
And we only own some of them now.
The big and fast ones.
After all.
they don’t care about the rest either.
Unless the cameras are near.