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Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










PURGATORIO by Irwin Allen Sealy

All night the Macbook sleeplight pulses
paints the ceiling white on white on white.
Double glazing dumbs down the Maersk container trucks
that ply the motorway under the window of room 522.

All the flowers here are a grey rose. The Cosmopolitans
blocks a swell of claustrophobia. Fiction makes nothing happen.
Sanitize on the way in, Irwin, the elevator exhorts
sanitize on the way out, live from meal to meal, do not

touch the fence, obey the navy siren that empties the exercise yard
keep your showers short, reuse your towels, ration your ramen.
Managed isolation is one circle above quarantine. As oceans die
the galaxy as a whole proceeds statelywise. Bring to it perspective.

Your nails have never been this clean.

 

 

 

← Irwin Allan Sealy