Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Poem a day, 36: October 6th 2010

I wish you all the best: everything
that keeps you hungry, prevents your growth
forces your silence, straps you down-
taken away like tar from your lungs.
Unless hunger heats your desire
your size keeps you safe from large hands
your silence stops them repremanding you
and those binding straps allow your technical study
of this square red room
we are in.

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