Binding And Loosing Poem by Alistair Graham
Binding And Loosing
At the office early
every morning
for the upper hand
and to wash three cups
and fill the kettle
for his colleagues,
like a disciple
washing feet
He sees the level-line of the liquid
through the kettle window
He hears the roar of the water
heated by the element below
and then the boiling,
and the water line,
in a fit of hopping and leaping,
throwing watery arms
into the air,
like a madman
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