Vincent Katz
Originally published in The Evergreen Review Issue 110 in 2005.
One thought
not of
chair’s stance,
position
in history’s
climb, or
seat, just
where
to plop,
not arm
of excess,
determination’s
might. Then
prisoner
in cell, in
blood
and feces,
huddled
raging on
floor.
First medicine
a chair,
prop him
upright,
consolation
in dignity
position
proper
to humanity
swiftly
excised,
blank,
symbol,
cure,
tool, and
right.
