Glass-Panes Make Things Unkickable

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By Hibah Shabkhez

Flocking and gawking at the piece of clay

We excavate profound thoughts like toothpaste

Dredged up from an empty tube. Time, today,

Yesterday. Who shall squint at us to taste

Such pseudo-connections? These chicken-cubes

That promise substance, then leave us shadows,

Must be adored.


So we smile, we sigh, we click and we post

Rapture’s phantom wrestled into long words,

Spin this emperor new clothes, bid the ghost

Of our longing split into butcher-birds

And hunt scoffers.