PANDORA Comments

Calm down - it is over and done,
Your body is shrouded in black -
From trash heaps there'll soon have begun
To come smoke - just try to hold back.

You know (but for this you know nil)
Your hand does this writing - and what
Is written looks back without chill
Or heat. A vacuum-tight pot.

Nothing avails you, honesty
Or sham. Inside it nothing lies.
Admit this galling travesty -
I'm a poet, I fantasise.
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