You him me


You him me

at top of paper scrap

on the cell floor

up from him to me

 

In zebra basic

in masked light

their survival game

in X’s bold like

scissors slashing

 

The runes run circles

round like wombs,

and more X’s and circles

block and clash and

point across, up or down.

 

Lines pile up and

enfilade the scrap,

engage and trail off, some

gashed by garish spears

black as death

 

Have the fates of you,

him me been decided?

Have they all gone

to the sign of the

cross, the sideways X?

 

A little scrap down

they reappear – the

circles becoming life,

the X’s ready to delete all

You, him, me

play at fate again.

 

 

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About cwanager77

Hi, I'm Chuck, and I'm the author of "Jackson Flats," which you can find on Amazon.com and Kindle books. My Web page is charleswanager.com. The novel's packed with humor and is a fast read. I also like to travel. I'm especially happy when I can do both and tell others about my experiences. I write about my travel over the globe and close to home. With my posts, you read not only about my travels but about ways to travel lightly and cheaply, and where to stay for less. Travel the world close to home and far away with my posts.
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