A Second Breath
Recall...
We can't move
Packed together
Like some kind of
Fish in a box
No room to breathe
A grotesque figure
Leaning from a window
Waiting for something to fall
Recall...
He sees a big parade
And slightly bemused children
Waving flags and smiles
Recall, recall...
I touched the blindspot
A costly pleasure
It must be beating without a sound
It must be beating without a sound
Another breath of life
A second breath