the mass youtuber exodus



as one, they shed their plastic jackets

and their email chains

and left their standing desks behind

a steady stream of dazzling wealth

winding its way out of the cities
they held their destination

loose and soft, like good sand

listened to it hiss between their fingers

and giggled, hissed back
when the queues ran out the ceo fainted

dead away and could not be roused

not even with the biggest numbers

in the world whispered in his ear
meanwhile, the pilgrimage:

rains slid off the metal roads and set

everything to glowing

safehouse roofs rumbling

with a rock slide on the quarter hour
under their feet, the world breathed —

money retreated

into the middle distance

just a number on a screen

beaten into glass, frozen

in the space between deserts

and the shy mouthing of the sea