Poem and the Man
The illusion of union
2 min readMar 11, 2021
Falsetto
Aluminium closure of the throat
The poets croak a metal
The man drags its feet to the next Apple store
The poem is flattened dough, rolled too thin to be picked
In the process of union- they split like butter and sand
For the breaking voice is a sign of an honest try – the falsetto is a steel waterfall slicing the river with gravity