(Not actually on the) Bus Poetry v4

DismantledPiece by pieceI'm taken apartThe sum of my partsWeighed. Measured. Found wanting.Not enoughNever enoughThe parts don't matterUntil they add up to respectThe sum of the parts is a colleague, an equal.The sum of the parts commands respect.I'm being dismantled.First go the desks and then the wallsThe shelves and the drawersThe kettleThe tea towelAll taken apartBecause… Continue reading (Not actually on the) Bus Poetry v4