night meeting
i have built a mountain
says B to A as lightning
or sparks shoot from the
spoon that she uses to
lift food into her mouth
i own many mountains
replies A to B as she splices
together a smile teeth flying
there is a frank exchange of
blows, a kettle drum duet
lot's of people die full of music
screams A into the white light
i will not be one of those people
proclamates B standing
in the exploding room
2 comments:
I have been to such a meeting. I still have shards of glass embedded under my fingernails.
ahh, meetings. i wonder if we all die?
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