Reduction Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

Reduction



If I have to remember,
it’s not worth setting down,
I’m the journalist of that
which will not go to ground.

What I report
wakes me in a sweat,
and wraps its strong hands
around my neck.

What I set down
drives me to my desk
when I should be in bed
getting my rest.

I don’t report the news,
it reports me,
and won’t stop choking
till I set it free.

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