The building

by Sean   Feb 2, 2006


Pump, door opens, flooding,
Constant minions, circulating!
Doors, open wide, revolving.
Like valves, like shifts.
Circulation, trickling, times up!
Little soldiers’ walk in,
and walk out,
in communion.
The building, the shell,
to the cells?
All part of the system,
Paper pushers and health defenders,
The system,
all a part of me.

[guess the meaning ennit]

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  • 17 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Very nicely written. The imagery was excellently portraied. The word, "soldiersâ??" should be changed to, "soldiers" Other than that this was a very well penned poem. Keep up the good work.

    Peace, Joe

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