INSIDE (ON THE OTHER HAND)

INSIDE (ON THE OTHER HAND)

Sitting in her little concrete cell

serviceable pod in brutal

architectural structure

dark slab of concrete that

says this is

a future to

last eternally, let

us see if

nuclear holocaust

can do its utmost

to scratch this surface

meanwhile let she (who

we had forgotten

for a moment) pay

this no mind

smoking the

gold leaf as if

enough for Jamaica

and that

ushering in alternative

thought of

light and

grace

even in ash rising

up on the hot air, thick

as at a

crematorium

a book by Orwell lying

closed on the plastic protective

cover of a foam armchair.