Here And There Poem by Michael Witkowski

Here And There



Into the home-stead
of sharing, communication
i get a preserved, pre-packed
ersatz -staged, non-playable play
one-dimensional interactivity

Move? Can i talk? My lips move.
Here and there I walk between top and bottom
There, my friends lie in the basement
Here, I struggled with lying prostrate on the lower top

How humans die
i am mazed to ashes
my circumference packs
honey love in boxes

if crippled head -scarf
blooms across leontine face
barracks serve for dwelling
a petty row of one-storeys

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