POEM : These Dreams


I rolled the rock up the hill
The reward was merely more work.
The angle changes,
The resistance increases,
No applause.
Dreamstate memory
Walking through wet cement paths
Screaming silence
Carving again and again and again
A pig corpse laughs
Defies me to tango.
Lights turn off
Turn on
Turn red
Turn to me singing Wagner.
Look down
Wearing white
Stigmata staining in stripes
Auschwitz outfit in scarlet
Razorblade numbers #53261.
Feel my mouth sealing up
My eyes no longer see
I’m deaf to my own defeat.
Clock ticks
No applause
Curtain falls.

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