A MONOLOGICAL DIALOGUE
Every cantilevered document thrown down
by popes and kings has gathered now at my
feet. My ankles hurt, and I cannot move.
Death by paper, the edict read.
('There's a great word-joke there' he said).
I looked back to see if the city was
burning yet.'The Devil take the hindmost'
he said again. Who is this guy, thought I?
Piping up with some scary witticism
every time the stage-hands withered.
-
'Have you ever made an abstract meaning
so come to life that it's not any longer abstract?'
I sat down on that one and said,
'I have to think about that'.
Every cantilevered document thrown down
by popes and kings has gathered now at my
feet. My ankles hurt, and I cannot move.
Death by paper, the edict read.
('There's a great word-joke there' he said).
I looked back to see if the city was
burning yet.'The Devil take the hindmost'
he said again. Who is this guy, thought I?
Piping up with some scary witticism
every time the stage-hands withered.
-
'Have you ever made an abstract meaning
so come to life that it's not any longer abstract?'
I sat down on that one and said,
'I have to think about that'.
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