Flat breast, calves and nipples
Twig legs, hands and groins
Sleek cheek, chin and lip
All as bare as a Saharan strip
Yet shiny and smooth as muslin
And for all my pride
I was but from the earth
Just three-feet of height
Nearer to the white home
From whence we all came
The asphaltic street, house and school
Were all for sport
And many a thing
I could countenance with ease
As it pleases my whim
And eases my dithers
No blight ever blast my blithe
It was the hour of the sun
Free as an element
Sportive as the minstrel lark
Till one day
As the balloon goes up its way
Age struck and the infant faints
Brawny breast, calves and knotty nipples
Brawny legs, hands and hirsute groins
Bristling cheek, chin and upper lip
From the pores of swarthy hairs
The first pale stub sprouts
And the fever of age ridges my brows
No more blithe
No more free
No more larks
Till I return to my infant days
All grey, crooked and faint
For it is the hour of the nightjar
And lost is that pristine hour in “clouds of glory”.
17th of august 2005, 21yrs, Billet Anubis copyright
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