William Shagspeare
New member
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"The Metaphor"
Stephen Rodriguez
The field was blank, except for grass and trash cans
that pinned the field like freckles on a leaf.
The trash cans in the field in fact weren’t trash cans,
but piles of trash that represented humans.
The field was not a field, but was a city,
The city not a city, but my brain.
The piles of trash that represented humans
were empty, so I thought of them as trash cans,
and all the humans fought with one another
and begged for trash, yet ridiculed the trash.
The trash was something different altogether.
It wasn’t trash, but truth, the thing the trash cans
that represented humans all were made of,
that occupied the field that was a city
that I was so ashamed to call my brain.
"The Metaphor"
Stephen Rodriguez
The field was blank, except for grass and trash cans
that pinned the field like freckles on a leaf.
The trash cans in the field in fact weren’t trash cans,
but piles of trash that represented humans.
The field was not a field, but was a city,
The city not a city, but my brain.
The piles of trash that represented humans
were empty, so I thought of them as trash cans,
and all the humans fought with one another
and begged for trash, yet ridiculed the trash.
The trash was something different altogether.
It wasn’t trash, but truth, the thing the trash cans
that represented humans all were made of,
that occupied the field that was a city
that I was so ashamed to call my brain.