the life of names

i.
the earth is flung,
around a star
at 67,000 mph as a matter of fact,

we have nicknamed this star
the sun.

there are an infinite amount
of stars
named the sun,
but each planet
in our own family
has a real name.

the earth just runs around
in circles,
like some dog
chasing its tail,

it never stops.

ii.
here,
on the skin
and within the pores
of this planet,
the same guy
begs for change,
between the train cars,
i've seen him before
and i recognize the pitch
of his voice.

teenagers move
from car to car.
another homeless lady has made
a bed, in the seats in front of me.

the white couple just wants to get
the hell of this moving train.

and the only thing i can do
is just stare out the window
like i'm going to see something
for the first time.

iii.
i'll be back,
they'll be back,
you'll be back,
even
if none of us want to be
back
hunting circles
on this particular line.

iv.
every single one of us has
a name,
even those dogs
that chase their tails.

v.
nobody ever explains what happens
after we're dead,
when the last human being
who remembers our name
is gone.