Involving yourself as each image
flickers behind the polished glass
You enter a moment.
His hands are untied
Yet he hold them out, foriegn the freedom
he chains himself to a nurses leg.
A speck of a human is laid out inside
a shit smeared cot, its body wrapped
with office tape. Its safer that way,
or so they say.
abosorbed, we sigh with settled shock,
as the tumble dryer fights its private battle.
A row of rocking children stare into nothingess
Not knowing what it is they smile in pain.
Together they are isolated.
The camera zooms,
as the Hollwood emotions evokers
slide the bow over the strings.
We are breaking up inside,
Cathy eats another choclate,
For the comfort she says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem