Civilisation
Here, I
Am a bag…
In lost, found
On a rack…
Keep waiting
And waiting
And waiting
Have heard of civilised
Now, that is my dream
Want to be…
But feel like stream…
Come questions:
What am I?
What is wine?
And what is civilised?
Recall my being there
Among the Barbarians…
Oh, they were treasures
Yes, they are valuable…
Copy the Coetzee in his room
Lock the door
Look at books
Touch them as if are girls
All sweet and sixteen…
Ask them to undress
Open eye of my heart:
"Allow me to play,
And dive in your secrets! "
No more seek politics, nor
To be civilised with money!
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