A MR. KAFKA CALLING
Having feasted on new ptomaine, I
ate all I could without having to swallow.
There was no necessity, and I suddenly
felt free. Black leopard in its cage, or
crazed lion running vibrantly free. For
myself, I had to think : which would it be?
Down at the village square, in the little brick
post office, they were selling futures. Many were
the takers - yet no one seemed to care...about
which future they were getting, or how it was
going where. I stayed in place, just to watch.
My black cloak eventually wound itself around
a fencepost and I (too) found myself stuck.
No future for me. Just my luck.