Thursday, April 3, 2014

the hollow robot

get inside, it said
and we'll ride
the desert, you can look out through
the window, your head
within the headless body
of my chest: we'll go beyond
the stranger plants and the silent sky with the million stars and the last
animal: there, we'll come to the witch's
abode, most of it underground, and we shall chant
the mantra: everyone else's problems
are my own, and mine
belong to everyone else, Once inside
she'll welcome us
with a cup of poison which we shall not drink
although we say we did, later;
I fore see that.

2014

1 comment:

rhoda said...

peter, thanks for sharing! don't be a stranger!