Poemdog

Dogs 2018

BROKEN SKIN
(9/16/18)

injured

we inspect

there's not
much
magic

much spirit

in tissue

blood

bone

we seem
so ordinary
beneath
this costume
of personality

no different
than splintered
wood

chipped
stone

displaced
dirt

we are
nothing more
than earthy matter
at the mercy
of the elements

perhaps
with a fleeting
sparkle
of spontaneity

our lives
are the definition
of virtual
reality

space
dust

temporarily
animated

until
the sun
shifts
a bit

to leave
us
again inert

in the
dark