The Man Talking

I can hear the man
Perched on a platform
Behind the reading stand
Underneath the collar
Scanned by dozens of eyeballs
Frozen in the expectation
Of a lightbeam, of a stumble,

I can hear the man.
But his words
Are dead sounds.

Franck Joseph

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