That had
never happened before
In a way it
was recognising the surveillance,
But that
didn’t seem important.
It was
impossible to tell at a glance;
You will be
told everything at an appropriate time
That is the
law. The pointlessness of the act,
You expect
there to be some point.
I can be
honest and tell you, I listened.
It wasn’t
worth wasting words on,
How can I
get you to believe me?
While it’s
unpleasant for you, I need to be alone
I presume
you haven’t been wasting your time,
I suppose
you don’t believe I’ve been accused
Nothing would
have happened.
As far as
strangeness is concerned,
They were
well equipped with the ordinary.
I’ve seen
you twice recently, if I put it off
It will
probably be no use to you.
We’re
talking about two different things here;
What is written
and what I’ve experienced,
I can’t
afford to ignore anything that might help me.
Keep
following it until you come to an exit.
Poem constructed as I progressed through the 'The Trial' by Franz Kafka (cover image below)
Cover (C) Penguin
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