Suitably respectful, and
never asking for trouble
or the time of day
I wait at home-station
like a cattle dog
My master, absent in the midst of a promise
My bones wait for flesh
My theatre
for Godot
As factories burn
As droughts become floods
As Apollo is a god sending chariots to the moon
I’m ten years beyond birth already counting ways
to escape the infirmary
The hallway mirror
holds an apparition of silence
And over my shoulder
Is reflected a leafless tree
of seeming indifference
There may be leaves one day
but who can say
I wait
like Didi
for what I mean
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Suitably respectful, and
never asking for trouble
or the time of day
I wait at home-station
like a cattle dog
My master, absent in the midst of a promise
My bones wait for flesh
My theatre
for Godot
As factories burn
As droughts become floods
As Apollo is a god sending chariots to the moon
I’m ten years beyond birth already counting ways
to escape the infirmary
The hallway mirror
holds an apparition of silence
And over my shoulder
Is reflected a leafless tree
of seeming indifference
There may be leaves one day
but who can say
I wait
like Didi
for what I mean
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