Papa the Objectifier
(Raven and Crystal)
Papa the Objectifier
Everywhere I look there are objects
Every shelf, table, nook and corner
Everywhere another item
Collected, amassed, treasured and displayed.
And this compulsion, obsession, vocation
Never ends, merely shifts around
Embracing a newfound subject
To objectify.
Papa, what did you do in the war?
What war son? Life is just a bowl of cherries,
And when it’s done we collect the pits
And they collect the bones.
(9/21/23)
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