Friday, September 17, 2010

Tetraplegia

I have no means
Of selling myself
In the name of humanity
Clutching to my culture
What culture?
My genetic roots
Sprouted into trees
One by one cut down
Cauterized, removed from reality
Severed like distant ties
That no longer bind
Placing myself in familiar territory
Doing it all over again
Enthusiastic ambitions
Emanated an impressive bounty
Shattered, disintegrated from being
The circle of life continues
The trees sigh briefly
Heavy under the burden of existence
Shrinking back under the hot Alabama summer
Letting go loose memories that rain down
Ostracized by their own brethren

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