Photo Poem III: After Kafka

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3/ ungeheuren Ungeziefer

 

                haunted you like love lost

  those many little legs  kriechen over ceiling   walls

                                        manifestation of

                                                   how you    sold yourself

                                         how  we

                 trade spines for exoskeletons

 

                                 Hard to imagine in 1950

                   all those long years  of surveillance

                                                        art

                         on the thrones of fallen dictators

                                            your face everywhere

               once  in the crooked house on Goldsmiths’ Lane

                                             a tourist turned away

                                 for speaking your name

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