To capture myself
I must dig a hole
Puncture the film that
separates life and death
With spade or shovel
or sharpened hand
Make the earth unfold
Into a blossom of
black and ochre
Let the walls rise
around me like
crumbling
curtains
swallowing
me whole
as I make
my way
deeper
Deeper into
that hole
So deep that
I cannot get
out again
and must
live the
rest of
my days
waiting
for my
captor
to free
me.
Joseph Hillman is a person currently residing in Shanghai, China.