Thursday, April 18, 2019
PUSH
Push, says the one
in front of me.
We are marching
on a cliff and
facing the sea.
Push, I say,
as I am
supposed to.
Push, says the one
behind me,
and I do.
Push, says the one
behind the one
behind me,
and he does.
This is how it
ends, and how it
will never end.
