a line wandered
grew a skin
no topography
nobody
had seen before
how fine
twas said
a gourd, a cake of cheese
imprisoned in a square
life stilled
this spirit seized
a thing possessed
this work
some sighed --
nothing like it
Exorcise colloquial
a jug to raise
and drink,
framed behind
a glass
one chained
the piece
to keep it safe
and safe
it ever was
how fine
some asked
is fine art --
the stuff
regurgitated
and swallowed
on view like the body
in the box
but paler
By Reka Jellema
September 2014