To have so many around and still be
so lonely — it just seems odd — we
are arranged like animals in an old-time
I didn’t used to be alone — I had a
family and kids… the cage takes
all that away somehow.
I suppose it is easy to forget someone
in a cage. — someone who does
nothing but wait…
I think all this waiting may have
changed me into something else–
something not quite human, perhaps?
I can’t say that I really feel very human
locked away in my oubliette– is it
to forget? or be forgotten? I can’t