NO SHELTER IN GLASS HOUSES

 

On display, a case of seeing too much,
of revealing too much. Naked to the world
and every whirlwind of activity shows your
proclivity for dramatics. Loons and fanatics
at the ready to shutter up and enclose you.
They know you too well. Inclined to throw stones,
shards are harder to avoid. An encased void,
an open book at every look. There is no hiding
inside; check your pride at the door. It’s for sure,
there is no shelter in glass houses.

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – DAY 25: TOO, TOO

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2 thoughts on “NO SHELTER IN GLASS HOUSES

  1. You’re all too young to remember windows crossed with tape to hold the splinters when the bombs were raining down. And houses where all the windows were boarded up because there was no glass or workman available to replace the broken ones. I thought there were monsters waiting behind the boards, and used to creep past bent double below the little walls, so that the monsters couldn’t see me. That’s what Walt’s poem made me remember.

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