by Heinz Ross

Created on: July 10, 2010

who am i?

Oh, see me,

white and beautiful

behind each word I stand

and never fall

and never fail

to lift words to the fore

I am the ground words lay upon

and lie upon

and sigh upon

in purest white shine from behind

the only way to hold me

fold me

feel my texture

carry me

is when you press the button

and when you do

I do become

what you perhaps don’t realise

if you can feel me in your hand

you hold a corpse

that’s coloured white

bleached death I am

forever doomed,

unable to save another life

cut down and ground into a pulp,

I’m boiled and drowned in lye,

pulp rolled and screened,

each drip bleeds moisture,

dried with heat and squeezed to dry

the remnants of my carcass rolled on reels

then stacked and packed

and every ounce

of once living fibre killed

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