Not Human

a snippet i found in one of my notebooks, not ready for prose, so--i call it a [poem]

When shadows grow taller and t a l l e r...

prostrate giants, arms like puppets

midgets or dwarfs or little people--on stilts

ALL legs and no body, no body can say.

Merging with samples of outer space

Greygreygrey black, all so that 

you and I can sleep

in one big shadow

called 

Simple Town.