Jar of paste

« Jar of paste, a tribute to chronic illness #1 », Video and poem read by AI voice, 2020

 

When East goes South and South goes West

When the skies are so high one can’t find a nest

When knives go round in a jar of paste

And the paste goes down and up with haste

When North goes down and shrinks to waste

When no other sky can lead one to grace

The paste keeps sticking to the knife in the jar

As an impaired holding on to this life in war