Disposal Of The Rubbish!

Poem By Mary X

Every time I flip
the page of this
book:
‘Brave New World’
the

preceding page
fades into
the shadow world.
How do we
know that the page

beneath this page
exists?
I turn the page again,
the
cherub-rock shoots.

Another
khaki child’s page
is read and
disposed of,
flicked
and
transposed.

Mary X.

Comments about Disposal Of The Rubbish!

adjectives are daring. 'khaki child.' thought this ending was weak, tho. i don't know what to do; i just wanted more of a summation. also, transpose and traipse are a couple of my fave verbs used by vous.


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