Pillar Talk Poem by Colette Bryce
Pillar Talk
That magician
who stationed himself on a pillar
over Manhattan
for thirty-five hours
knows nothing whatever
of loneliness,
or how it is
for people like us
who have no soft acre
of cardboard boxes
not even the eggshell
flashbulbs of the press
or the well-meant antics
of neighbours with a mattress
to temper the thought
of the hard, hard earth
to break the fall
nothing at all.
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