No room for soldiers or dancers

I can’t mark the limits of people’s bodies. This city is sometimes like one giant human being. 
There are arms and legs everywhere moving in the same direction and making the place come to life, breathing in unison. Sometimes it’s the opposite, the body parts struggle and they get all tangled up tearing the hearts apart. 
But right now everyone moves slowly towards the same place, a wave of submissive people with their heads down. 
There’s no structure that can support them. All their bones have melted into a common bloodstream that’s clogging their veins. No room for soldiers or dancers. The air is stale, it gets so stuffy in here that sometimes we can’t breathe... 
We have to fight to get are bodies back, to be separate individuals, to have our very own thoughts again. We all hope we’ll soon be liberated. 

Red and brown

The land under our feet is getting dryer; (we are standing on hollow caves). We’ll soon be taken by the earth and be made into grass. 
Life underneath takes place in the dark; we’ll have to wear special glasses to protect our eyes until we have no eyes. We’ll breathe dust and eat dirt; we’ll be covered by smeared clothes until we take them off. Our skin will dissolve with the water; our flesh will become part of the ground. All our internal organs will melt. Blood and earth, red and brown, a mix of life and death, all washed up by the rain. And we’ll be back in the shape of silver poplars all over the world.