Self

by

Hay Machine

I am a compost made from scraps
litter with lineage back to the lizards
a most effective determination to live
and now I have my own young lizards
I have my own ambition for them

As snakes uncoil and leave their skins
we quadrapeds experience a metamorphosis
are we the same the child the adult in decline
emotions of the age drive unseen stakes into the heart
alone alone alone and ever-searching for a part

Is this undying will to live the self
today I think it is but are my thoughts my own
the lizard-will more substance than a fashion's view
the vanity of self respect a foolish inclination
better modesty of manner and of thought appropriation

So here I am a dead lizard's envoy
it could be worse
I might have never known it
praise the artists for the thoughtful discipline
praise the lizards for the handmade suit I look so simple in

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My Rain
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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