1 Poem | Djelloul Marbrook

The woven world 

Unattainable inaccessible one
we cast you out from within
only to feed on you like hummingbirds.

So he took a shit around noon;
where did he take it, why
are we always taking things?

Is acquisition scatological?
What’s a thing worth but how
it’s tagged? Tags are our obsession.

Fisheye, on your slab of ice,
is this about entertaining angels unawares,
or not?

Stroke my face with rosemary,
soak my feet in sage; I will become
a thread of the woven world, a non-compliant.

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