The suitcase of silence
is veiled in black, in white;
it tails behind on wheels
that dance to earthy tunes,
spinning at whim....
My carry-on contains
displaced letters only.
Homeless in frozen air—
How they blubber!
In the flying coffin,
relics of past, hollow.
Meaning: I call poem
my home.
I escaped with letters hostage,
so I can be. At last.
Alone. I
fear devouring
silence.
is veiled in black, in white;
it tails behind on wheels
that dance to earthy tunes,
spinning at whim....
My carry-on contains
displaced letters only.
Homeless in frozen air—
How they blubber!
In the flying coffin,
relics of past, hollow.
Meaning: I call poem
my home.
I escaped with letters hostage,
so I can be. At last.
Alone. I
fear devouring
silence.
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