Short Objectify Poems

(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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