THE CELL
It is a square,
it is a lane,
up the cavern,
down the cave.
And I miss a leap of faith.
So little time is left
for the time of the space,
the void in the lake,
that polar depth, that staring gaze-
the seal, the bull, the cat.
(The global antiglobalist's
monologue,
the steppenwolf).
What a hermit,
what a monk!
Living outside...
Truth shocks itself.
How dirty,
how cruel and lame!
I want the square
to come back again.
I want the cage.
By Vanessa Navarro Reverte.
