Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










I detest language

the way it gets inside

and then
in its coat and hat

it goes out again

in and out
in and out

without a by your leave
without a wiping of its shoes

in out
all the long day long

whatever the weather

good grief

what a crowd of clowns
lining themselves up against the wall

in their stupid unmatched outfits

jostling for position
in a group shot of blockheads

 

← Mark Waldron