Persona October, 15th 2017 by

Sum of his Parts

Sum of his Parts

Old man on
curt pavement,
stride in fierce gait.
Pluck out the flinching nerve
hone eyes to glisten
back at pain.
Fast trot, keep to it;
don’t let fig-pinched mouth
bite off the leash
your feet twitch to,
brace it hard
about your hips
strap in parts
that lurch astray.

Suffer weed-sprung brats
to swarm behind
rattling pennies
chanting, “Do us a jig
old granny,
do us a jig.”
They teem like
insects goading
your torn veins
pumping the ground,
cast bets upon
your final round.
The small beat fear
with jeering.

Your feet grind on.
Your eyes float
out the skull
behind the cold
flesh, ashen streets,
revisit elegies
of firm-rimmed days
probe lusty yore-years
spent in mad impatience
waiting for the time
you could become your
definitive element–
like this old man
treading inside
his stern decay–

He never gropes
for his shadow now:
a whole man’s the sum
of his parts and
they can’t become
greater than this.

Old men have such clean bones.

                               The wind whips through them flawlessly.

                                                                            –Mara Lemanis



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