2011-05-14

Ode to a Wyrm

O ropelike friend
So slimy you
Mere dirt to me
Your food and poo

O stringlike Phoenix
By spade rudely cloven
One half left buried
One in barrow hoven

One self made two
How do you do it?
Can I too find harmony
Without a shovel to the skull?

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