Witnesses to unpunished deedsA Poem by hjcmSome benches have eyes - their wooden planks, knots that see and cradle our recumbent
forms. Chairs have ears (wing-backed, enfolding
our heads and absorbing conversation) and doors have noses to smell your hands and dwarf your inferior
fingers with a brilliant brass shine or dissolve into a firm quantity of
flesh. © 2011 hjcm |
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