The poem

Intro

What do you see
From your window
People sleeping homeless
in the street
What do you see
From your window
The sound
Of many
marching feet

The poem

The poem
Before now
Carried only one reader
The one
Who talks to himself

But now
Like a little Hercules
It carries
Ten or more readers
On its shoulders

It is stronger
Then I thought
The vowels
Bulge like biceps
The consonants
Are full of protein

It looks to the future
– Without me

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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