Compartments

by T.P. Wilkinson / October 27th, 2019

Holding what we see
from what we know
from what we believe
from what they show
once it was a box
with speakers
then a crate
to catch our eyes
Now thin
it fits in smallest hands
flick’ring sights
from foreign lands
Molding infants
with coloured light
digital desire
electronic fright
Behind the box
where ends the wire
lay boxes full
awaiting fire.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, October 27th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.