A Man Is A Cylinder Poem by Earnest Gatuma

I am amused by what the Vitruvian Man depict,
The way I read it gets me an insight,
Am sure it's not just a geometric fix-it,
Not just shapes but an equality and empowerment sign,
A sign bearing an universe's encoding.


Cubic figures put me into a myriad of emotions,
The Weeping Woman is my Picasso favorito,
Spheres are cool and roll without a mind of theirs,
My intuition is diabolical concerning inner circles,
Sentinels of the dark are inferior but pious,
When a barrel's walls are struck the powder thrusts,
In the cellar I got hooked by my peddler,
The synergy of a circle and the square,
That combats incomparably,
When the plug has a closed circuit it's a journey,
After the high-end there's the air resistance,
From the barrel to the muzzle must be a distance,
When a man is powerful and stable he is like any barrel cylinder,
A cylinder filled with happiness and security plethora,
Barrels of wine and sulfur powder.




*Leonardo da Vinci and Picasso gave me the insight.
@ernest99+