Poems & Other Short Pieces

bits of beauty

there’s a sound above me ~
ringing angel-echo songs
from a sideways world that
should have gone out with the trash

the day is glary, and in each
flash of window light I see
a split-second scene – like a
subliminal cut –
people staring at me

they’re hidden and controlling
as if we were marionettes
they push electronic buttons
and we jump
or dance
or laugh or cry or hide

sometimes we should have died
but we don’t – we just forget
and forget and forget

life is death
but we maintain bits of beauty –
all interrupted and knocked over
but beauty nevertheless

bits of beauty are all that keep us
from evaporating, for we dance
in an enforced masquerade as tin cans

Carole Eddington