Inspired by Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory (1931)
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They spoke of the injustice
I meted out to them
over the centuries.
“Any history in which
We don’t figure
Is not our history.”
They made it simple and clear.
It’s like all your floors
uprooted and hurled
over back of beyond.
I cling to the only thing
available –
The walls.
All my life
I put up walls
To mark my ground -
My ground.
Here come the yuppies
To question my
Foundations speaking
Some alien language.
They can’t take a location
Ha! There’s no floor left.
I make a suggestion –
Let’s pull the walls down
And see if we can make a floor
Out of those.
The yuppies are still thinking
With their stuckness,
I have become the wallclock.
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