Disrespectful Flesh
As I walked along the river
In the spate of rushing spring,
I gave it voice and heard it lecture:
You must die by summoning
Man, remember you must die
As I must hurry down to rest,
The burning of the sun must dry
My curvedness, so it confessed
You and I must lose our forms
We must appear on judgment day,
I will be a sea of storms
In which you drown or walk away
That I must die I always knew
I’m old and ready to be broken,
A summons there might be for you
But as for me you are mistaken
I am too minor to be fetched
And you will vanish in an ocean,
Begone you disrespectful flesh
The river rushed, resumed its motion
Pavel
May 4, 2011
