As the brain taps out and the deadline looms
body and soul are trapped and locked
in a cage on a rail that circles this room
circles this room like the hands of a clock
that ticks without speaking and talks
of a presence that waits like a womb:
nine months to explosion that can’t be stopped
on a calendar or clock: all time to the tomb
as the brain taps out and the deadline looms.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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