THE CAGE

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.