Night of the Living Sapiens

With their eyes, they saw no sleep.
In their bones, they felt no rest.

They rose and were not the same
As those who had gone to bed.

They went on but not the selves
That yesterday collected

And were altered by the day
Into a fresh collection.

The planet sliced by moments
Would find no moment empty

Of their restlessness changing
Into stranger restlessness

Of more strangers to themselves,
And in their bones they shuddered.