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Poetry by
Unknown
July 21, 2003 |
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Holocaust |
Each?morning?he?finds?at?the?sink?myriads?of?tiny?
brown?insects???a?mass?of?virile?pencil?dots???
merging?and?diverging.??Where?did?they?come?from???
He?stares?at?the?unanswering?marble?top?and?
surrounding?tiled?walls.??By?contrast?with?the?
restless?insects?they?seem?more?inert,?more?than?ever?
mere?philistine?matter.??Momentarily?he?warms?up?
to?the?skirmishing?armies?massed?on?the?rim?of?the?
sink,?the?abyss.??His?daily?pathological?lesson.??
Nothingness?hell-bent?on?nowhere.??Godlike?he?
observes?for?a?few?moments?this?ridiculous?parody?
on?human?existence,?sponge?in?hand.??No?angel?parts?
the?ceiling?to?shout,??Hold!???And?with?one?rough?
sweep?he?wipes?away?this?living?smear?of?fig-jam?
(including?one?or?two?artists?and?philosophers?
who?have?separated?themselves?form?the?frothing?
brown?mass)?and?restores?to?the?marble?top?its?
cold?ironical?surface. |
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