poetry

Cage

Cage

the artist
joyfully
submits
to its cage
the bars
and lock
preventing the beasts
outside
from mauling
the act
of its art

the artist
feigning hate
of its prison
pacing
yet
secretly satisfied
safe inside
undisturbed
blissfully observing
documenting
the circus
unfolding
all around

the artist
in its cage
of straw
shit
and scraps
a horrific
yet lovely
place to hide
watch
and create

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mrobins71

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