Inertia

The Tower of Babel Pierces the Sun, Hundertwasser, 159

[The Tower of Babel Pierces the Sun, Hundertwasser, 1959]

Inertia

The curtains are closed and red and drape darkly the perimeter

of the bed.

The red air is thick

like a womb.

The bed cuts into planks with walls.

The tenants crawl

then roll between them.

Breathing wills to labored evenness.

Lungs tighten, necks slowly cramp, knees ache.

Breath comes out in short thin rectangles,

doesn’t go far, but falls

useless

back onto proud stone faces.

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