Lines in Line

If coordination were
Carved apart from other traits
Like a choice cut freed by Ding,

Like a perfect skeleton
Flensed from the mess of a corpse,
You’d see the liberated

Beauty of humanity,
Free of all the lust and guts
And snorting moralizing.

People can coordinate
With muscular precision,
Architecture in motion.

Goals range from fine to monstrous.
It’s still coordination.