LOST
I
What can we do now
We can’t sing, so much
The air so polluted
The black spring
coiled, the mattress
Lumpy, the pillows
soiled
the soil too
poor, imbecility, infertility
What can we do?
II
Locked, without options
Is the key chained to the
belt buckle?
We’ve only one key?
Where’s the back-up?
Why no answer?
What’s the excitement?
Where did they all go?
Are we still allowed to dance
on the bones of the old outmoded intelligence?,
make terpsichore,
a lively trot ?
