Wednesday, November 3, 2010

10 Minute Poem

Museum of Sorrows
(on being Polish)

Some show
hearts on sleeves,
unashamed
public displays,
everyone knows,
even those who don't
need
(or want)
to know:
but
not Polish.

Polish are like statues
- beautiful statues -
marble,
mute,
and statuesque,
that viewers want to touch
but can't
go
beyond
the velvet ropes,
the cordoned rooms,
the carefully crafted
chambers
in a long museum
of sorrows
end to end.