Portfolio of writing work for Jen Carey

Untitled - Poem

From above it sounds

Like the ocean

If the ocean were cruel and hated

Every spec of life in it


Marching alone

Tightly packed aisles

Row after row

Ad after ad


Separated by heat

By noise

By thoughts

By checks


More people marching

Than anywhere I had ever seen

More bodies

More drive

And empty, hollow, fake.

Jen Carey