They found him in the marsh, alas
Why did they find him there?
He was in the wilderness of glass,
Those eyes locked in an unseeing stare.
Why did they find him there?
They should have just let him be
Those eyes locked in a stare:
Should not be staring at me.
They should have just let him be
A relic in his own right,
Should not be staring at me -
but exist in the weedy light.
A relic has his own right.
It has the right to be free they say:
not exist in the weedy light.
It is under constant eye's weigh.
"He has the right to be free!" they say
But they lock him in a building tight
Under constant eye's weigh,
With the economy sized halogen lights bright.
They lock him in a building tight
Without his petrified consent:
With the economy sized halogen lights bright.
His uneventful life is over-spent.
Without his petrified consent
They found him in the marsh, alas
His uneventful life over-spent.
He is in the wilderness of glass.
Our desert (haiku)
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