Penny Busetto

On Writing at the Centre for the Book

Dignity, harmony, tradition
enclosed trapped spaces
The burden of history.

The tastelessness of plaster fruit
austere silence of the soul.
Dignity, harmony, tradition.

Circles within circles within circles
bound by a heavy chain bearing
the burden of history.

Words like dust mites in a shaft of light
swirl in flurries of outrageous frenzy.
No dignity, harmony, tradition.

Discipline breeding boredom
or the spasm of orgasm?
Dignity, harmony, tradition.
The burden of history.


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