Poetry

A Temporary Flea Market

Photo: Roxana. CC-BY-NC-ND.

Hearts were the cheapest
then came lungs
and the ribs
O, how can I mistake
there were spines too on sale
So people came
the heartless ones
the lungless ones
the ribless
and the spineless ones
I too joined the fair
with my wounds
for a landfilling
When a seller showed me
how filling is a matter of time
I came home and left a wok
in the garden for monsoon
Others persisted in the trial
they tried all that came
but nothing paired
well with their bodies
They thought at least
logic, reason, and solidarity
would do well
But these too failed them
because of the blinding
shine of opportunity.

(Thanks to Cafe Dissensus)