Anthem

Is there anything eerier
Than a solid mass of humans
Bouncing up and down and singing
An anthem all in unison?

Well, to other species, maybe
It’s just a lot of noise, nothing
Comparable to the terrors
Of the jets and highway traffic.

It’s eerie to the singing apes,
The weeping apes who make this noise,
Who understand it means something.
The edge of meaning’s what it means.