roughly forgetting the holes.
If thrown a rope,
followed by the knotty words
wound upin twisted and twined you'd find,
Trust Me &
Brace yourself
against loss of wind.
This body will keep
the soul inside,
Believe where needed, as patches
so sweetly in red clay
sabotage calls itself Support
and says you may
lean comfortably-
this way,
hear the bricks stack up
Briefly before
the windows were all caulked in.
Nobody could tell
if the lights were left on
or if there is anything to eat.
If only we could get through
starvation seems imminent.
Image credit By Nicholls Horace, taken 1914 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image credit By Nicholls Horace, taken 1914 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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