Cell Watch: Strip Cell

it’s up to you / to define the edges, contour / the known, to introduce the common / language:

Cell Watch: Strip Cell

Consider the cell not as you see it
but as it comes to be: a world
unto itself, the garden, uncharted
and rife with wildness, beasts unnamed.
One man to one small room—you
grant him dominion so that he might
render the room expansive and rich,
his kingdom, stretch his mind
indefinitely. But since this is the beginning
of the world, it’s up to you
to define the edges, contour
the known, to introduce the common
language: show him how this world
is nothing more than God’s hand
grenade spinning through the air.
From the burning, you won’t save him.
You’ll build a room within a room,
another world to hold what’s left
of this one. A box, rough pomegranate
wood, inlaid. Inside, a body’s rough
material, a gift to God, a rib.
 
 
 
“Cell Watch,” a poem by Susannah Nevison. ©2016 Susannah Nevison. Used by permission. This poem first appeared in Los Angeles Review of Books Quarterly Magazine.

SUPPORT MOTIONPOEMS