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Poem Details
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| Title: | Polar bear |
| Author: | Aloysius Graham |
| Date Submitted: | 1/31/2013 |
| Email: | aloy.g@live.co.za |
| Poem: |
Like a polar bear in an avalanche. This ice-pack gusting down my back; A whale brick of burden. My legs caught in tar. These curtains block the light; Blue curtains hanging like the sky. The sky is so free. A tree is a god: Living but dead. These curtains should be tied with a rope, A rope as black as its value. Even the simple become the duty. Life grows without me; She lifts one leg, then the other. My being is eaten. These curtains are vultures. I am a wound-up broken clock.... |