i’m a walker/a functionary
like
an
iron pipe
i’m base plumbing/a simple vector/a channel
but
not rusting and tubing in the dry wall; i’m LOOSE
i’m a mover/a weak electric current
i carry plastic
push it with my trolley hands
past
the freaked survivors retreated by fire
war
inherited error genetics
and
accident/live’s of plates of lard
i have the tubes
dr’s
dress
them up in for a quiet last imagined ball
plastic cracker jewellery
for
final minutes
i’m a watcher/eyes
i’m a soft camera
witnessing
no-privacy
between
the white
exit
walls
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