Who’s been noticing
the urine stains in my underwear?
Who requested
the memories that I lost?
Who’s been etching a rock
upon is claimed “there is asylum”?
… the Apostles?
Who cuts the grass
when the current lawn boy moves away
(not from this place, but from himself)?
Will the next lawn boy stay,
and find meditation
in his chores of repetition?
… all of us … do we?
Who fed me sodium all my life?
In amounts extreme;
an addiction to such spice
my liver must I trust.
The timbers of my blood have fallen.
Do you have the courage of imagination
to raise them?
Do you know the conifer-king of
ionized ever-greens?
… only one;
the answer or the question,
the animal or the human.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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