RED SQUARE

In 1989 this small red part was mine
Laughed in the face of a behemoth
I defied Goliath

No matter what they say
it wasn’t a green cone
nor a purple cylinder
tumbling down a bottomless lair
I left everything there
It was a red square

An intricate apparatus
Divisions were forged
A spatula to whip it even
Eyes dilate through the crack of a door
Metal caterpillars to forced it some more

Smiling faces on the adverts
Smiling faces need to be adverted
While weary demurred faces sluggishly walk on by

All my senses tightened
Squeeze my hand
All the blood’s drenched beneath the quick

This small red part was mine
Laughing in the face of a behemoth
I defied Goliath
I left everything there
It was a red square