what would you do, Kafka?

Bare the soul.
Put it on display.
Have them come,
Parade, look, observe, critique,
Smile and leave.
And then, we mourn.
Weep as commerce whores purity,
Watch. Mute.
As every thought is bought
And sold.
Bought and sold.
Until nothing remains
Save
The eagerness of who
The biggest bidder will be.

Kafka, what would you say,
If you were alive today?



knowing you will be published is great at first. euphoric. and then there are questions...