Kafka Turned Round
Dead as a fallen log,
but turned into a human.
A gutbag of small pumps,
red rivers and spilled salt.
Drains, curves and arches
as in a Roman town.
Forced back into life,
stranger than an insect.
Less noble. Lock the door.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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