After reading about the Dogon people in Mali... They have low ceilings in their meeting places, the theory being that you can't get angry if you're sitting down...
I always write far too quickly...this was a creative lunch break!?
A poem...a thought...some words...
Yappo yappo
Lower the roof
Keep bends in our knees
The rising, rasping voice
Stopped in its rut
Its black bowler bent out of shape
Like an egg tapped
With the smallest of spoons
It sits back down
Licking the spit from its lips
Laying the hat on its lap
(Having popped the curve back)
Face not so flushed
Less blood
Lower the roof
Keep bends in our knees
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