William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Museum Piece

In a forest of people, it can be quite dark near the ground. It can be quite light, too, even without the sun.

 
Museum Piece

In need of a few days off,
I spent them among old trees
that were whispering
terrible secrets.

When I returned home
no one could understand me;

I was begged to come
in from the yard.

Doctors were called;

I pummeled them
with cones.

Now I’m a tree
in an institution,

whispering
secrets

of my
own.

Poems, Slightly Used, February 21, 2010

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