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Housekeeping“Nature knows no death,” Werner von Braun said,“Only transformation.” What does that pixelOf H2O know, I wonder, beaded up as sweatOn Mars? Can the pores adjust to toxins,Or is consciousness and all its delightsObsolete as owl entrails dangling from oak?In a corner of my kitchen, a decomposedMouse fuses with the parquet floor,Its skeletal remains inseparable from waxBuildup beneath the stove. No eyes, no snout,Just fur with poison in each fiber, the smellUnforgettable and impossible to remove.[Disposable Poem September 27, 2013]Dr. Mike
Housekeeping
ReplyDelete“Nature knows no death,” Werner von Braun said,
“Only transformation.” What does that pixel
Of H2O know, I wonder, beaded up as sweat
On Mars? Can the pores adjust to toxins,
Or is consciousness and all its delights
Obsolete as owl entrails dangling from oak?
In a corner of my kitchen, a decomposed
Mouse fuses with the parquet floor,
Its skeletal remains inseparable from wax
Buildup beneath the stove. No eyes, no snout,
Just fur with poison in each fiber, the smell
Unforgettable and impossible to remove.
[Disposable Poem September 27, 2013]
Dr. Mike