Poem: the way out machine

The way out machine

I enclose my breath in a mask
In the distance we keep for fear
Pump hope into my lungs

And begin to dream
Of the way out machine
That will free us from

The dictatorship of the physicians.

Melbourne, July 2020

Published by Jeff Rich

Jeff Rich is a writer of poetry, essays, history and prose fiction. He lives in Melbourne, Australia. View all posts by Jeff Rich

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