Sunday, December 5, 2010

a lonely chair.


It may have been the chair of a sultan, saint, laborer, or conman.
Oh, if only it could speak of the things it has witnessed,
of the ideas created while someone sat in it, deep in thought.
Treaties may have been signed in its presence, nations overturned
by the very people it served.

But now it just sits there.
Cast aside, unused.
What good is it now,
if no one will sit in it?

1 comment:

emily chang said...

to be honest i think it would mostly talk about how people farted on it.