Behind a screen with cameras black.
Where are all the humans, Jack?
It’s hard to unpack.
Circle back.
You?
~
Quietly quitting, we’ve got the knack.
Changing priorities, Mac.
It’s hard to unpack.
Circle back.
True?
~
Socially awkward, truth out of whack.
It’s me, myself, and I, Zack.
It’s hard to unpack.
Circle back.
Who?
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip
Form: Triquint
From Shadow Poetry: Triquint, a poem form created by Sylvia A. Feeley, which consists of:
- 3 verses
- 5 lines each
- lines 3 & 4 (refrain) in each verse
- syllables: 9,7,5,3,1
- rhyme scheme: aaAAb
between the dots 
2 responses to “Where are all the humans?”
in our zoo
me and you
point terse
fourth line
last verse~!
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