i shudder to heed
the animal i’ve become:
once a wolf untamed;
now a lost puppy,
squealing for his mum.
a saintly pelican, i thought meself -
back in the day,
with a bill so big as
my heart would weigh;
now, but a vulture -
feeding on the remains
of unfortunate cows:
with a crooked bill, i prey.
a scorpion’s sting
could go in vain
on skin - like a crocodile’s -
that’s proof of pain.
a chicken on the run? -
or the bloodhound
that caught her?
nah -
more like a pig for slaughter.
a rattlesnake in hiding
with its venom depleted,
i long to emerge a phoenix:
find my mission, then complete it.
purge meself of the worm:
eat it - like a songbird, mistreated;
anyway -
i should get off my high horse;
the parasite’s more...
deep-seated.
