there are lies and there are numbers
give them context and they’ll steal your eyes from anything
naked they are unappealing
like bones of an unknown, but typical, animal
wrap them in death, and they can stun you
clothe them in life, and sunshine pours from their curves
like a slap sometimes, to wake you up
what goes on in the world summarized in a single figure
ignore them at your own peril
even when they are formed to deceive the eyes
anonymized windows into lives not ours