Kafka Turned Round Poem by Leslie Philibert

Kafka Turned Round



Dead as a fallen log
but turned into a human.

A gutbag of small pumps,
red rivers and spilled salt.

Drains, curves and arches
as in a Roman town.

Forced back into life,
even stranger than an insect.
Less noble. Lock the door.

Saturday, May 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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