Alienation

We are round,
Living in squares;
Round pegs
Fitting in square holes;
Our pain
Hidden in round bodies
Crying out
In square rooms,
In psychiatric wards,
In prison cells;
Round tears falling
On square tissues;
Round heads
Missing square shoulders;
Round hearts
Pierced by square arrowheads;
Round bums
On square couches;
Round sobs
On square pillows,
In square beds,
In square bedrooms,
Reading square books
In isolation,
With square bodies
Next to us.

Cy, Feb. 2002